This was a little thing I wrote based on a dnd game I’m in, don’t write very often but hope it is alright quality.
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Walking to the desk wearily, Dante moved the lone chair back and placed his fingers to the candle wick resting upon wooden top. He channelled his magic through his hand to allow the wick to come to life. He, then, placed his hand into a familiar pocket, pulling out his antique deck of tarot cards. While moving to place his cards onto the table he was interrupted by the loud thuds against the door behind him, startling him and causing the cards to drop and spray out across the floor, “Damn it… come in!” Dante called out beginning to reach for his cards. The door opened with a slow creak revealing Prince Alasdair Blackwood, a young ruggedly handsome and platinum-haired man that Dante had gotten to know during his stay in Mystallery.
“Oh, hey Dan, didn’t mean to scare you,” Alasdair snickered, entering from the darkness into the candlelit room.
“it’s fine, don’t worry about it, come in close the door behind you,” Dante replied standing away from the desk to greet the young Prince.
“Why? Are you hoping no one eavesdrop on the reading?” Alasdair questioned slowly closing the door behind him.
“Yeah the reading… “ he muttered turning to move to the desk and sit down moving his neatly piled cards to the table side. He pulled his chair out and sat down remarking, “Will you be joining me here then or did you want the reading from there?” Alasdair letting out a small chuckle moved the chair beside Dante back sitting beside him as their knees met at the centre under the small desk. “So, what kind of reading would you like, I could do a ten-card one but might take some time?” he asked as his hands mindlessly moved to his cards and began shuffling them.
“Sure, I have nowhere to be let’s have a ten-card draw,” he answered, taking out his pipe. As he is about to light it Dante moved his hand to near the pipe channelling his magical energy to light the pipe for him. “Ah, thanks.”
“No worries, so a ten-card draw will be interesting if you could take the deck and shuffle it for me as well,” he said moving the tarot to Alasdair.
“Sure, if that helps,” moving his hand to meet Dante’s to clasp the cards in his hand, the young seer felt the warm touch of the Blackwood skin, before beginning to shuffle them. “So, do I do anything else with them?” he asked while concentrating on not dropping the cards.
“No simply shuffle them, but if you would like to ask the tarots a question keep it in your mind as you shuffle them,” Dante chuckled softly seeing Alasdair begin to concentrate harder on the cards. After a moment Alasdair passed back the cards. Taking them Dante placed them upon the table, holding the card deck top expertly moving the deck across the table putting them out in a line. Gesturing to Alasdair, “Would you like to take ten cards of your choice but don’t look at them.”
“Alright sure,” he replied while carefully looking at the tarot cards and gradually moving his hands to the cards he is drawn to, taking them one by one into a small pile in his hand. After finishing his selection, he handed them back to Dante. After giving his chosen cards he grabbed his pipe continuing to smoke it, blowing the smoke carefully away from Dante.
“So, we no longer need these,” Dante explained taking the ten cards. Gesturing to the other cards left, moving his hand from the bottom of the line across gathering them up in a neat pile at the table end. “OK so now I will take each card and I will explain what they mean in order the tarot cards you chose,” he placed each of the ten cards lined up upside down.
Beginning the reading, Dante turned over the first card showing an armoured man sitting atop a white stallion, holding a golden cup. Thinking for a moment before explaining to Alasdair, “This is the Knight of Cups, it has a strong meaning towards love and romance, see the cup? It means messages of love and the horse represents the pure energy of love. It could be that the horse rider is the person travelling to the place of their love.”
“That’s interesting, maybe someone new might be coming into my life or I am going to them,” Alasdair replied giving a sly smile. Dante noticed the smile from the corner of his eye, holding back his own but causing him to blush slightly. Allowing his leg to relax more while in contact with Alasdair’s, his foot edging across slowly pressing their thighs together more, the soft cotton of their trousers rubbing.
“I suppose we should continue,” the seer proceeded to reach for the next card eagerly hoping that there would be a good connection to the next one. Turning the card over showing a man and a woman standing beneath an angel, showing the couple’s union, and written below ‘The Lovers’. “Hm… This card should be fairly self-explanatory, did you somehow pick these on purpose?” he inquired.
“No, you saw me shuffle, maybe it is just meant to be,” remarking as he winks knowing that Dante could see him from his peripheral view.
“Well, anyway, the meaning is fairly self-explanatory, as I said, surface- level it means love and harmony. There is a hidden meaning, the snake on the tree branch pointing to the apple shows the sensual temptation and the choice the couple must make. It could be a metaphorical or a physical,” Dante explained, blushing more, afraid he is making it too obvious that he hopes for the physical meaning.
“A choice then? Could be a choice of staying the night in here or leaving then?” he giggled, seeing the seer’s intentions written across his face. “I wonder what the next card could be then?”
“True, maybe it could shine some answers on your choices.” He responded, still moving his foot over Alasdair’s own, now with more intent. Turning the third card his smile almost turned into a laugh realising what the tarots are pointing to as if to almost tease Dante. A couple once again pictured to holding a cup to each other sharing the drink with snakes entangling themselves out of the cups. “Well then… The two of cups as well, it can mean unified love, a mutual attraction of two people. These snakes coming out of the cups here represent the exchange and above them, the lions head shows the passion and fire behind the sexual energy.” Dante noticing how the air had become warm with the pipe smoke and his anxiety.
Putting the pipe down while the cinders continue the smoke from the pipe, hoping for the mouth of its master. “Well to anyone else this would be obvious would it not? Shall we continue?“
“No need,” Dante interjected pressing his lips on Alasdair’s vacant own. Sharing their first kiss slowly they closed their eyes continuing into a second and a third, letting out a slight moan as Dante tasted the lingering tobacco from the pipe as they exchanged the air in their lungs. Parting for a moment staring into the blue depths of his eyes, leaving his feeling breathless in the expanse of wonder. Having an idea, he grabbed the lit pipe, taking the smoke into his lungs before plunging back to his lips to now share the smoke through their kiss. Their hands touching and feeling their experiences and work through the callouses. Parting, again, to let the smoke waltz out of their mouths.
The intrigue on Alasdair’s face formed, not expecting this from the generally composed fortune teller. Before long, the subject of intrigue shared a kiss once again, with newly formed ideas as he this time pressing his tongue in hopes of being granted passage. Both begin to raise off the chairs, falling first into the table sending the cards everywhere. The smile creeping through both their faces with Alasdair letting out “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry.” He reassured as Alasdair began to move down and kiss the neck, biting softly on his flesh to cause moans to fly out Dante’s mouth. Feeling the strong arms of the Blackwood explore his surprisingly lean body. Before being picked up by him, meeting his lips once again and falling to the bed.
Pinned down upon the bed by the muscular Prince he felt a hand go across his head and into the turban before being flung off. Dante’s shoulder-length dark hair falling onto the sheets, having a silky gleam radiating. Feeling the softness of his hair and the nostalgic smell of it, making him feel at home. Alasdair expertly navigated the clothing, taking off Dante’s tunic and throwing it to the floor before his top revealing their light hair but lean chest with different scars from their previous battles.
Their flesh touching with the bodies coming into contact, feeling the sweat from their bodies running down onto the bed. A slight nibble on Dante’s nipple sending a wave a pleasure through his body. Unknowingly letting out more moans spurring on Alasdair beginning to grind his hips upon Dante’s feeling their trapped hard members rub against each other through the cotton. Grabbing the trousers on Dante before ripping them away to the floor and stepping out of his own, fully exposing them both.
Alasdair started running just his fingers up and down Dante’s chest, his abs, and around his nipples. His body feeling as though it was on fire. He rubbed his and Alasdair’s cock a little, feeling his length as it gets harder in his hand until it is moved away from him.
Alasdair started moving himself down, kissing and nipping over the sweating abs until he reached the cock base, his hand slowly grasping the hard member and rubbing it up and down gently. Overwhelming feelings taking over Dante as time began to blur, feeling a sudden warm wet sleeve around his cock, seeing it taken down in Alasdair’s mouth. “Oh my god! Yes,” he moaned out feeling his tongue running all over the shaft, sliding his lips up and down.
Suddenly the pleasure stopped, the warmth feeling coming off his cock, suddenly feeling a hand grasping it kissing the base of the member. A finger found its way to an entrance, slowly edging in, before passing through the muscled guards, “Oh shit!” Dante exclaimed, feeling the finger now accompanied by another.
“Don’t worry I will be gentle… to begin with.” Alasdair teased, his interest moving from the cock down, Dante suddenly feeling his tongue touch his hole, feeling it lubricating the outer rim.
“Holy shit!” Dante groaned, pushing Alasdair’s head further, little by little his tongue forced its way inside, preparing him.
“I think you’re ready for it now.” Alasdair declared moving over Dante kissing him.
“Do it,” He replied with a shake in his breath bracing for the entrance, feeling Alasdair press the tip of his cock prod Dante’s asshole, teasing it, getting closer and close to penetrating it. His cock firmly wedged between Dante’s sculpted cheeks, as it slid in slowly through the lubricated entrance. Dante felt the cock move up through him until he had the base of Alasdair’s cock against his entrance and let out a breath.
The kissing not stopping as it becomes more intense Alasdair began moving his hips moving slowly at first before moving faster and faster. His movements causing shudders of pleasure and ecstasy to roll over Dante. Pushing Dante’s legs further back as to fuck him harder and faster, his posture moving up away, not being able to kiss through the moans of pleasure coming out of their mouths.
The aroma of sex, heat and testosterone filling the bedroom as they both felt lost in a world of arousal and excitement. Alasdair pulled out all at once laying down upon the bed slyly smiling, “I think it is your turn to do some work.”
Dante collected himself laughing, “Yeah I guess it is your turn to relax a bit.” He crawled across the stumbled chest, aligning his hips into position adjusting Alasdair’s length to its target. Smiling at their young Blackwood he slammed his hips all at once, feeling stuffed from the cock inside him forcing Alasdair to let out a moan. Dante started with circling his hips, moving his lover’s hands to grab his cheeks before beginning to move up and down faster, until he was bouncing on his lap.
Both riding the waves of pleasure with moans. “God your ass is so tight! Fuck yeah!” Time once again disappearing, closing their eyes as the waves go through them again and again. “I’m getting close!” Alasdair exclaimed.
“Oh no, I don’t think so,” Dante said moving off the cock, grabbing it and moving his hand up and down. Alasdair keeping his eye closed, preparing for his climax as Dante licks his fingers to lubricate his cock, before positioning it at Alasdair’s entrance as a form of revenge. He slams his hips in, forcing his cock through the Blackwood’s entrance hitting his prostate in one go.
“What the fuck!” a tsunami of pleasure rushing through Alasdair’s body shooting his eyes open as his cock begin to shoot out streams of cum over his chest. The orgasm pulsing through his body as Dante fucks his asshole, feeling his orgasm taking over him climaxing into Alasdair causing him to convulse with pleasure. They both collapse on each other breathing heavily, their sweat dripping off their sleek bodies.
They look into each other’s eyes, exploring their souls as they kiss once again and move them arms around each other, moving the sheets over them as they slowly begin to drift off.
A knock at the door forces Dante to open his eyes, moving his head slowly off Alasdair’s rough chest. Quietly and carefully he moves off the bed, letting his lover sleep. He puts his tunic on he glances to the table seeing his cards in a line: The Knight of Cups, The Lovers, the Two of Cups, and another card upright. Moving closer he notices that it is the High Priestess, a card about intuition and the subconscious mind. He slowly reveals the next card showing him the Moon, once again to do with the subconscious mind but also about illusion and fear.
Becoming worried Dante turned over the rest of the tarot cards: The Nine of Swords meaning fear and nightmares; The Queen of Swords reversed representing a cold-hearted woman; The Ten of Swords meaning painful endings, crisis, and deep wounds; The Tower meaning upheaval and chaos; and The Three of Pentacles representing a team or teamwork. Standing back from the table to understand the meaning behind it.
The confusion being sprayed across his face as once again the door knocks, he turns around to find himself inside the Red Lion bedroom. He turns searchingly for Alasdair in bed, to find him lying clothed with his eyes open staring into the ceiling, before being flung into the wall. Dante flinching seeing Alasdair hung along the wall, dripping with blood, and screaming out for help. His eyes then fixed on Dante’s begging for help.
The knocking once again echoing out through the room as Dante turns to look at the door in front of him reaching for the handle the knocking coming from behind this time. He turns to see the bloodied body of Alasdair, his fist flying as it smacks Dante with the knocking sound.
Waking up in bed at inn, Dante looks around confused for a moment, getting up putting his tunic and trousers on. He walks over to the door opening it to an armoured woman, who he had met once before while transporting the late Josephine to hospital. Donned in her Inquisition armour, the woman stared at Dante before demanding “Mina Crowford has requested your presence at the Inquisition building.”
Dante let out a soft sigh replied: “Sure, just let me get ready and have something to eat.”
“Fine, be there within the hour.” She replied, beginning to walk down the hallway.
Dante closed the door after her, thinking to himself “I swear I had a crazy dream or vision or both? I can’t remember what it was exactly though…”
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