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smartass_captain

It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it. Masterpost for Dragon Age Veilguard AU overflow + psls

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smartass_captain

It started with a comment the first time Jim had shown Illario around his quarters in the Lighthouse:

You have an alchemy kit for making Poisons, bello moi?

"They're likely not poisons the way You'd know them, though I've no doubt they'd fuck up or kill a living man if they got into it. I know how to make concoctions for eating away at Darkspawn flesh or locking up their joints so they can't fight as effectively. Aside from that kind of caustic mess I sometimes whip up to smear on my arrows or blades I don't really know much about the trade." That wasn't the kind of light footed sort Jim had trained to be. He knew his way around a set of lockpicks as well as any rogue. Better than most, even, since his days of joining the Wardens.

But a poison kit? He's always viewed it with a bit of discomfort. For a man who has always been a scout rather than an assassin, it's been the one tool of the trade he's neglected to learn as well as he perhaps ought to.

After all, there are so very many creative things one can make with a kit such as this. Things outside of a normal potion seller's purview....

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the_other_dellamorte

There's so many good, basic suspensions and oils in the little kit. Viago might tsk at how basic the kit is, but there's probably only a handful of people in Thedas better at poisons and potions than Viago De Riva, and he can be a bit of a snob. As far as Jim's needs go - it does everything it needs to. It could probably do even more besides.

And that's what had him thinking. Suspension of Dragonthorn, crushed ginkgo, and oil of maca. They're all there, and he'd only need some of his own supplies: harlot's blush, fenugreek seed or root if he still has some, foxite, and just a bit of pomegranate. It's not really necessary, but Illario has always liked the flavour.

It just takes time to make, to get the quantities right, and of course, to share the idea with Jim.

He holds the little vial in his hand - there's two mouthfuls in there at most, a beautiful shifting concoction that looks purple in the light of Jim's meditation room, but is actually more of a pale pink in normal sunlight. It doesn't look like much, but Illario's taken it enough times to know just how well it works, and as he lets Jim study the vial now, he straddles his lap, knees planted firmly into the couch, and his free arm curling around the other man's shoulders.

"I trust you," He murmurs, his fingers playing in the short strands of hair at the nape of Jim's neck, "And while the others are away, this is probably the best time to try it. I can't promise that I'll be quiet, or that I'll behave, or that I'll be anything less than a bitch in heat, but-" he says, the purr coming into his voice, "I think that might be fun, don't you think, bello amore?"

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smartass_captain

It's not like they're lacking for space in the Lighthouse. Illario could little by little move over as many supplies as he wanted here, make a right fancy little apothecary out of one of the spare rooms. Or just build a little private stash of supplies to make use of Jim's kit with. Jim had waved him off without any supervision at all when Illario had said he wanted to use it. Of course Illario's welcome to. All he'd done was point out which supplies he needed to keep well in stock of for his own work and let the Crow experiment as he pleases with the rest of it.

Which is how he ends up straddled on his own couch, peering up at the Crow who looks so very mischievous right now. He cocks an eyebrow.

"You want to take it? You don't want me to...?" He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious. And if Illario was taking it himself it surely wasn't going to Hurt the man. "What...what do you want me to do if you do? Anything in specific?"

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the_other_dellamorte

Illario could just move himself into the Lighthouse, take up residence in the Music Room where the light is good enough for him to do his make-up (sorry Jim the meditation room is so blue) and have his clothes set out and there would be room for a decent set of furniture. All his potion ingredients can mingle freely with Jim's own.

But that's not what matters right now, its all about what they want. What they want to experience together.

"You can take it too, if you'd like. Have you ever had an aphrodisiac?" He asks, shifting a little to bring himself closer into Jim's lap, horny enough without it, truthfully. "I can't predict how either of us will react. But it will make you very, very eager to fuck, or be fucked, for... I should think two hours, perhaps a little more. Self control goes out the window."

Jim's welcome to try it, Illario doesn't mind. He just wants to enjoy that frantic need with Jim, more so than anyone he's used this potion with before.

From:

smartass_captain

"Maybe next time..." Jim leans up to brush a chaste kiss against the tip of Illario's nose. "I've never taken one and never seen anyone else on one. If you're volunteering, then I want to be sober so I can appreciate you."

One of his hands is closed around the lithe man's bicep to steady him. The other reaches up behind Illario's neck to pluck free the leather strip tying his hair back to watch it cascading down with a soft smile.

"So I just need to make you come as many times as I can in a couple hours?" The corner of his mouth crooks up into a smirk.

"I think I can handle that."

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the_other_dellamorte

Illario's blue eyes get darker as Jim reaches up and pulls his hair free, flowing in a loose tumble down Illario's naked back. He knows how much Jim likes his hair that way, and Illario basks in it, the attention the other man's obvious attraction.

"Alright bello." He says to Jim, and he pulls the cork free from the little vial, keeping his eyes on Jim's own as he swallows the micture down. The taste is familiar, and within a moment of it touching his tongue he feels the warmth surging through him, a soft groan leaving his lips as he presses in closer to Jim, rocking them together as he leans down and catches Jim's mouth in a needy, hungry kiss.

"Fuck-" he whines, as the kiss breaks and he wriggles again into Jim's lap, eyes dark and full of want, fingers stroking at Jim's chest, feeling his own heart beat all the way through him, far too aware of how long its been since anyone fucked him. He tugs Jim into another kiss and then twists them, the movement almost like one he'd use in a fight, legs shifting as he pulls Jim down in top of him, his back in the soft fabric of the couch and then Illario purrs.

"Sometimes I dream of you like this. On top of me." He says, unashamed of the way he lets his hands wander over Jim, touching every inch of skin.

From:

smartass_captain

"Wow that works fa--mph!!" Jim feels a ghost of the same heat flicker through him from what little he catches off Illario's lips and tongue while they're locked in a hungry kiss. It leaves his eyes fluttering a little. A low groan lifting from the depths of his chest. The Warden is left gasping when Illario breaks the kiss to whine.

His hands fall immediately to the Antivan's hips to steady the man while he climbs himself right into Jim's lap. Illario cuts him off before he can shush the other with coaxing sweet nothings by pulling him into another kiss. This time, as Jim's just pressing into it he feels the world invert and is left blinking as He is suddenly the one hovering over Illario on hand and knee to stop himself faceplanting onto the couch cushions.

"You don't have to dream, bello." Jim twitches his lips into a small smile. "I'm right here. And I like being over you." He shifts his weight onto one hand so the other can flick one long strand of Illario's hair back over his shoulder cheekily.

"I like it when you ride me too. And when you're fucking me. So long as it's You i've yet to find a way I don't love being with you."

That free hand trails over one of Illario's pecs, his thumb brushing against a dusky nipple.

"Every game you show me becomes just one more thing we can enjoy together."

From:

the_other_dellamorte

"Got to be fast. 'S for... for when I need-" he whimpers. But what he needs is lost in the following kisses and petting.

Jim likes being over him. Likes it when Illario rides him. Likes it when Illario fucks him in turn, and he wants that, all of that. Just the words make Illario's body shudder in pleasure; his skin hot where they touch, his heart hammering hard in his chest. All he wants is for them to press together, head to toe, for Jim to touch him everywhere, claim him utterly.

He is about to say so, but before the words leave his lips Jim's fingers stroke across Illario's chest, guiding his nipple to a point and Illario groans, head tipping back. Then, unable to help himself, his own hand slips up to his other nipple, copying the teasing touch.

"You're so good," he purrs, his hand guiding down, over the taut muscle of his ribs, down to his belly, Illario's gaze hazy with want. He enjoys letting Jim touch him where and when he wants, getting more and more wound up with every passing second. He can't help but squirm, hole twitching.

From:

smartass_captain

"You'll never need to fake it again." Jim promises, his voice a low certainty. "Never have to lay with another you hold no interest in." He lowers himself down enough that he can bend forward and capture the shell of Illario's ear in a gentle bite. Teeth grazing. His voice right there.

"I'm not going to share you and I'm not letting you go."

It's a vow as earnest as any mission Jim's taken on. Spoken with just as much conviction. He'd fight Illario's family himself if he had to.

"Hand me the scented oil, would you? I'm going to make you feel so good."

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the_other_dellamorte

Illario hadn't said the words, hadn't aired the filth that he knows stains him, but Jim knows. Jim perceives so many things, those scouts eyes seeing, sharp ears listening. He knows. Understands. And forgives. Neother of them are untouched and that's a ridiculous notion, but Jim at least didn't whore himself out.

He's still too turned on to feel any real shame, thankfully, but the words that Jim murmurs into his ear make Illario whimper anew- not because of pleasure or pain, but something embarrassingly grateful. Seen, understood, wanted, kept.

He spreads his legs, giving Jim room, access, looking at him like he hung the moon and the stars. He wants this man to have him. Needs to give himself to him, belong.

"Please, bello," he syas, the edge of begging beginning as he reaches blindly for the oil on the shelf behind the couch,fungers curling around it. He doesn't tear his gaze away from Jim, too enamoured to even consider looking elsewhere.

"I want you. Just you." He begins in a soft mantra, his free hand moving into Jim's hair like it so often does, sliding through the length, and then pulling him into a kiss, parting his lips like he parted his thighs and inviting Jim in.

From:

smartass_captain

Illario has explained his specialty in the Crows to Jim before. Between what Illario's said and what was in his diary, Jim's been able to put together the rest fairly well on his own. But never has he thought less of Illario for it. From everything the man's described, it wasn't as though he had much of a choice in the matter. The role he was given. How he was raised. It's all very familiar to the Younger son of nobility that Jim was a lifetime ago. What judgement the warden has given Illario was over events that are Done, now.

"Mmmm~" Jim hums in pleasure where he's mouthing just beneath Illario's ear when the oil is handed into his palm. "Thank you. Here we go..." Jim slicks up a few of his fingers before setting the jar out of the way next to them. His free hand closes on one of Illario's thighs. His thumb strokes over the trembling limb in as soothing a motion as he can give. What little bit of Illario's potion Jim's tasted and honestly just the man's eagerness is swiftly dragging Jim into a heady lust right along with the Antivan.

He bends down to meet Illario's kiss, then gladly takes the invitation to lick deeper into the man's mouth. Jim kisses his partner like he needs to do so to breathe. Steals the very air from the other's lungs as his slick fingers circle Illario's twitching hole just once. Just to hear him make more of those hungry, needy sounds. It's as long as Jim can resist before he earnestly works to start fingering his love loose.

"I adore touching you..." Jim murmurs against Illario's lips. "I'm yours, bello. No one else's."

From:

the_other_dellamorte

Illario knows Jim doesn't care. Part of him, in Caterina's voice, says he should care. That Jim should have someone better. But Illario's thoughts are quicjly crumbling away, replaced with desire and lust, far more welcoming that lingering on those poisonous reflections.

The spot just below his ear is such a sensitive one, making him laugh softly as Jim's lips brush against it, making him wriggle even before the other man's hand even gets to his thigh. While he still moves with all that grace and elegance of an Antivan Crow, there's a desperate wild air to his movements too.

Especially when Jim's fingers find his hole and Illario groans happily, his arms folding around Jim's shoulders.

"I need you inside me, bello. I need you so deep I don't know where you end and I begin. Please." He says as he grinds against Jim's fingers, so close and so big, so ready to fill up every empty part of him.

"Fuck me. I want to be yours."

From:

smartass_captain

"If you want me to fuck you nice and deep you've got to be good for me first." Jim murmurs. His thumb strokes along Illario's thigh while his finger sinks into his lover up to the first knuckle. "I won't hurt you, so you need to relax for me..."

With Illario clinging to his shoulders, Jim tips his head to give him better access to the Antivan's lovely neck. He mouths hot, hungry kisses down the trail of tanned skin as far as he can reach from this angle. All the while his touch grow bolder. Working Illario open little by little. It's easier once Jim can tease two fingers inside. Once he can actually get a rhythm going, really start pumping them in and out of his lover just the way Illario wants.

"You're gorgeous, Bello." Jim murmurs. "So graceful even like this..."

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the_other_dellamorte

Illario groans, not the groan of desire and lust but like a brat who has been told no.

"You won't hurt me. I trust you. You don't need to wait." He begs, mind sinking low into that desire, the only thing he needs is Jim. He doesn't care how. He just wants and the noise he makes is base, animalistic.

His body moves with Jim, rocking himself in pace with the other man's fingers, riding them with his head tipped back to give Jim access to his throat, his cock already fat and full and lifted in the small space between them.

"Ecco fatto, ecco fatto amore-" Illario moans, Common beginning to fail him.

From:

smartass_captain

"That's the potion talking, sciocco." Jim teases. The hand at Illario's thigh drags upward with so much intent before it caresses Illario's cock. His chuckle gets low. Grit and honey both as Illario's lust ignites Jim's own in turn. His smirk can be felt over Illario's pulse point where he mouths hungrily at tanned skin.

"Questo è solo il primo..." He whispers in time with the thrust of his fingers and the stroke of his palm over Illario's rock-hard cock. "Unless you try to hold out on me..."

From:

the_other_dellamorte

The potion, Illario's own nature, his love for Jim, it's all of it together. All of it combined into a hunger that he can't deny and doesn't even try to. He wants, and he lets out a petulant noise when Jim shows some measure of restraint.

"Amore, bello, vita moi, I need-" he groans, the words becoming a sharp moan when Jim's teeth catch his throat and a shudder runs through him, unable to suppress it.

"Il primo?" Illario whines, thrusting back onto Jim's fingers and then into his hand, his breathing fast, his cock already leaking and those trembles mark him being embarrassingly close to coming already. "Ti voglio dentro di me-"

From:

smartass_captain

Jim's thumb swipes over the leaking head of Illario's weeping cock. Using that slick lust of his to add to the ease of the motion of his stroking hand. His teeth graze against Illario's throat once more since the first time got such a delicious reaction.

"Allora finisci per me." He adds a third finger in time with his words. A small, mischievous smile curls across his lips.

Don't blame him for learning the games you teach him, Illario.

From:

the_other_dellamorte

Is ot the instruction the third finger stretching him out, making sure he's ready to accept his lover? Illario couldn't say, the orgasm hitting him hard half a moment later and making him arch off of the couch. He cries out Jim's name, clinging to him tightly and still riding his fingers even as he spills, eyes rolling back.

It takes a few seconds, Illario breathing hard and fast, but he doesn't stop moving, shivering and shifting between Jim's hands, a little bit lost in the pleasure, in the aftermath of that first orgasm. He looks half ruined, but he can't the way he craves Jim. And he stretches himself out under the other man, showing himself off.

"You're so good to me, amore. So good." He says, trembling fingers moving over Jim's shoulders. "You don't have to hold back. I want you, I need you to fuck me. Breed me. It's all I want."

From:

smartass_captain

"Bellissimo..." Jim tilts his chin up and brushes the softest of kisses against Ilario's cheek. "You're doing so good." He shifts where he's perched over the Aintivan and reaches for the jar of oil once more. He murmurs quiet apologies when he slips his fingers free from Illario's tight inviting heat and moves to slick his cock up instead.

"I'll fill you up just the way you want bello. But You're going to stay on your back for me. I want you to know it's me the whole time." He murmurs the words so soft, so reassuring.

Illario's trembling fingers can feel the racing thunder of Jim's pulse. He's eager, excited. But he knows Why Illario has this and he doesn't want the other to slip into less pleasant memories in his haze.

"Raise your hips for me--there you are. Now breathe..." As steady and slow as Jim might otherwise be, he takes his cue from Illario and presses into the Antivan all at once. It's enough to make Him clench down on Illario's hips to get enough air to breathe. Illario is feverishly warm, so warm Jim wonders if he won't melt away in the other's lust.

But it feels so good.

"Sh-shit~"

From:

the_other_dellamorte

Illario whines, achingly empty and desperate when Jim's fingers pull free all at once, leaving him hollow: body and soul waiting to be filled, bereft of the man that he needs so desperately. He hears the apologies, soft, sweet words from Jim's lips, and he tries to catch each one with his own, needing them inside him just as he needs every other part of Jim.

He wants, despite what Jim has just said, to roll over and arch himself, face down into the couch cushions and hips held up, ready, easy, eager to be mounted, his cock already filling again. But Jim says he wants him like this, and Illario just nods, obedient, accepting, even if his fingers hold tight to Jim's shoulders, clinging hard to the man he's chosen, not prepared to let anything steal Jim away.

"I'm ready, I want you-" He repeats, lifting his hips as he's asked, breathing when Jim prompts and keeping his eyes focused on Jim, gasping as the press of Jim's cock finds his hole and then with that incredible steady thrust, fills him just like Illario begged him too.

"Yes yesyesyes-" Illario groans, hips trembling even as Jim holds him, body flexing around Jim, stretching readily for him, hot and wet and so keen for him, so much so that Illario's hips are already beginning to move, eager for everything Jim is willing to give him, eager to show his lover how good he can be for him.

From:

smartass_captain

"None of this works without you, Bello." Jim murmurs in a voice so tight it's difficult to make out while he steadies himself. It's agony when Illario is already moving so Jim's fingers clench a little harder on those lithe hips. He takes a shuddering breath. "Look at me. I love you. I love you and I need you like I need air to breathe. Everything we d-do here, I am doing because of that. Your body is just...ngh~ Just one aspect of you I adore."

Has to say it now. Hopes it feels as good as a touch to Illario as heightened as he is. Because Jim knows he won't have the breath or the brains to say much of anything soon.

"This part...is for you." Jim bends down and kisses his lover. His hips draw back. Until he's nearly free. Feeling how Illario's body spasms around him, trying to keep him there. Jim rocks back in with another swift thrust and groans long and low into Illario's mouth. "B...alliamo insieme, bello..."

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the_other_dellamorte

Men will tell you they love you when they fuck you and it means nothing. It's a lesson Illario learned when he started his training. They love your ass, they love they that a pretty thing has given them the time of day, they love the validation. But Jim isn't one of those people. Jim isn't a man like that. Even with the aphrodisiac humming in his veins, enough of his own sense remains to take it to heart.

Jim loves him.

Jim Kirk loves him.

He might have died and found himself in the Golden City as happiness rushes through him. Not bliss, not orgasmic ppleasure, but something that he has never heard and believed before now. Jim is kissing the breath from him, distracting Illario from the thrust of the other man's hips, and from the hot tears that run down his cheeks, unchecked and ablut to ruin the kohl around his eyes and the gold dust on his cheekbones.

Why it hits him so hard he doesn't know, but he buries his face as best as he can in Jim's shoulder and clings tightly, trying to hide those tears.

From:

smartass_captain

The training is good advice. Jim's found that lesson out the hard way before. A lifetime ago, now. There wasn't ever intention of ever finding love for real, especially not on this suicide run of a quest. But here they are. Here they Both are, whole and here despite everything that's happened.

And Jim Kirk does indeed love Illario Dellamorte.

"Bello, are you okay? Did I hurt you...?" Jim's quick to freeze at the first sign of tears, worry etched into his face, but he's urged to continue. Reassured that the tears are happy if nothing else. Jim murmurs quiet apologies while he rocks his hips into the Antivan.

"I meant to overwhelm you, but n-not so much that it would make you sob for real. I've got you, bello. I've g-got you..."

He holds Illario close but keeps fucking into his lover tenderly. He's trying to go slow, help the other calm down a little so he isn't left to hyperventilate in his sobs.

"Just let me make you feel good... okay?"

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the_other_dellamorte

"I'm alright, amore. You would never hurt me."

He tries to control it, to shake it away, the emotion that bubbles up over him, bursting out. But how could he not cry, how could he fail to feel the overwhelming joy of it? He's loved. Not just by anyone, not by someone he doesn't love in return, but it's Jim. Jim, who he gives his heart to so freely. Jim, who he couldn't help but adore.

It takes a few seconds more, his nod is sure when it comes. He's okay, he really is. And if Jim meant to overwhelm him, he did so incredibly well, more so than anyone else ever has before. But Jim is so close, so safe, so comforting above him that the slower, gentle thrusts help, ease him back from hyperventilating and from sobbing. It's no longer a mad rut, a desperate need to be fucked and ruined. Now he feels... loved.

He shifts, as best he can, to nuzzle into Jim, lips against his jaw, kissing every bit of skin he can reach. He wants to be with this man, body and heart, still wants to give himself over entirely, but it's no longer mad with the aphrodisiacs. It's balanced, somehow, between desire and devotion.

"I love you, James Tiberius Kirk."

From:

smartass_captain

"Good, that's good." Jim leans down to brush his lips against Illario's temple. If the man needs to cry then he ought to, for any reason, but Jim's very glad he isn't doing so because of pain. The slower pace is more gentle. Leaves him more room to speak than he might have otherwise had.

"You're so gorgeous and I would do anything to make you feel half as good as you do me." The warden murmurs while he holds Illario so close. Chuckles breathlessly as he's nuzzled against. As those fingers cling around him so lovingly. It's so nice, this.

He shudders happily for the nuzzles. It's a pleasant jolt down his spine. A warmth gathering in his gut.

"Anch'io ti amo." Jim murmurs back.