ALISTAIR/KIERAN GO GO GO GO GO GO GO

(AN: my warden queen is in weihaupt, ally is all alone : 0900=00=00 he had

a good relationship w/ morrigan)
SONG I AM PLAYING AS I WRITE THIS SO MAYBE YOU UNDERSTAND: TEKKEN
TAG 2 - HEAVENLY GARDEN/FALLEN GARDEN

"It's so nice to finally meet you, King Alistair!" Josephine chimed in her
charming accent, holding her trademark clipboard. "How are you?" she asked
and Alistair answered with a silent "Fine," before he went off into the hall,
meeting Leliana in the middle. She talked a bit with Cullen and then waved
him off like a poor puppy, then turning to Alistair and greeting him with open
arms. "Alistair!" she yelled across the entire banquet hall, alarming poor Cole
who fell off the table edge he was sitting on, and running towards him. The
hug the shared seemed warm.
"Leliana, how have you been?" he asked her, eyes tired. His armour clanked
and shimmered, Cullen and the Inquisitor behind him. Hawke and Varric
approached him as well, chatting a bit about the situation in Kirkwall.
Something about the atmosphere left a biter taste in his mouth.
Then, a few hushed whispers, a dark, purple figure flying around, behind him,
before standing right in front of him. Her gown was dark purple and black,
some golden bracelets and a necklace were thrown in there too, her bun
messy. "Alistair," she sung, "it's more than just a pleasure to meet you here,
of all places."
He almost forgot why he didn't just stay home and linger around, trying to
gather some sort of will to live, but then he remembered. It was Morrigan that
drew him here. After all these years, she was still here, and she was alive,
and she was well. Even though they hadn't been the best of friends ever,
back when they adventured together, at least, but they still had some sort of
relationship, whatever it was.

"I could say the exact same thing about you, you witch." Alistair smiled a bit,
crossing his arms. She was a bit older now and one could see, but she still
smiled and shone all the same.
"Well," she said, "I assume you are here because of the boy?"
The boy, he asked himself, what boy? He almost forgot the dark ritual, such a
big event in his otherwise uneventful life, an event that almost ended his
relationship with his Warden-Queen, you'd think he'd remember it always.
"The boy?"
"Yes."
Alistair went on and he wanted to just run to him and glue his eyes onto the
boy, see what he looks like, and does he know? So many questions, all
unanswered.
"..But, Alistair." She held his armour-clad arm gently, holding him back. "He
does not know. He knows of nothing, Alistair, and I'd like to keep it that way."
Alistair's jumping heart broke into two halves. Why that, he wanted to ask
her, but she already disappeared into a nearby corridor and returned shortly
after, a small boy following her. Alistair's eyes lit up like the torches that
burned Andraste herself.
"This is my son, Kieran," she said with a certain amount of venom in her
voice, "he is twelve years of age. Kieran, mind your manners.."
Kieran bowed a bit, the Grey Warden symbol on his chest shining brightly.
"Good evening, King Alistair."
His voice was so childlike still, and he was twelve. Morrigan's dark eyes
gleamed, she stared Alistair down, Alistair was staring Kieran down, and then
Cullen came.
"King Alistair!" he yelled, "My King, it is time to hold a speech. I mean-"
"Yes, yes, yes. I'm sorry, Morrigan, but I'll.. nevermind."
Morrigan seemed offended. After all these years, all the Warden seemed to be
interested in was the small boy at her side. And Kieran seemed to enjoy all
the attention he was getting, all the attention that Morrigan wanted to shield
him from.
As Alistair went up to the throne, Morrigan held his hand with such a soft grip
that he feared she might've casted a numbing spell. "Alistair, he is a normal
boy."

"I know."
- end this now The rest of the banquet seemed normal. Leliana and Morrigan chatted a bit,
Cullen shared his experiences as another ex-chantry boy with awkward
flirting methods - as confirmed by the Inquisitor - but one person didn't seem
to exit his mind. It wasn't Morrigan in her dark, low-cut dress, not Leliana, not
his wife. It was his own son.
He sat across the table and he smiled in random intervals whenever Alistair
met his eyes, he was very well-mannered. He used all those tiny forks and
spoons and who even cared, Alistair obviously was very interested in the boy.
Morrigan seemed to notice and interfered regularly. She put her arms up,
pretended to reach over for a glass or something, talked to Kieran all the
time.
Nothing could end this. Nothing. Not the Inquisitor, the Herald of Andraste,
who ended Corypheus and his reign of Tevene terror herself, the woman who
invited him to this banquet in the first place. The food was orlesian, the
drinks were, there were beautiful women. Careful, he thought, careful, there's
no need to create unwanted tension.
Night fell over Skyhold sooner than the celebrating slobs had anticipated, but
the banquet started to end. The Inquisitor and Cullen were the first ones to
leave, followed by Varric and a slightly tipsy Cole. Some servants helped
clean up, the halls were quiet now.
Morrigan, Kieran and Alistair were the only ones left.
"King Alistair," Kieran mumbled in a shy voice, "I assume you'll stay here for
the night? We could talk tomorrow. My mother wants me to-"
Morrigan elbowed him gently, looking into Alistair's eyes and not letting off.
"Alistair, we three should.. Nevermind." her gaze went straight down to her
tired son. When Kieran removed his gloves, rubbing his wrists gently, Alistair
practically ran down the halls and he left Morrigan behind. He knew that he
had to use extreme damage control right now or else he'd committ a crime
against nature and chantry law.
Alistair sat in his quarters, armour sluggishly placed somewhere. He asked to
stay a few more nights, he actually had intended to leave immediately after
the banquet, but his country and wife had to wait. Why should he stop now?

Hand on his breeches, head in the other hand. Sweating. Alone.

Some birds were outside, wind was howling a bit, the door was vibrating a bit
because of it, he just sat there, nothing to do. What was he to do, anyway?
Not sit around? Pretend he is a busy king?
He smiled at the portrait of his wife he always carried around. It was small,
but it was worth all the rummaging around and the servants always
complaining about it. What would she do? Would she try to distract him from
his tendencies? Would she laugh? She was always a bit on the funny side.
Alistair figured that this was the time. If not now, when?
It took two servants to find out where Kieran's chambers are. The room was
near the gardens, right next to Morrigan's room and the Eluvian.
On his way there, he was met by an incredibly angry Morrigan.
"Oh, Alistair," she whispered. It was night, the garden was completely quiet, it
was just her standing near the pavillon. "What are you doing here? 'Tis night,
a baby should be in bed."
He could feel her obtrusive glances digging into the back of his head, trying
to crack his skull open. Did she know?
"I'm just here to meet you, talk about the boy."
Evaded.
Morrigan's expression changed from hostile to amicable and she crossed her
arms, as usual. "I see. What do you care to know?"
"How was it, raising him?"
"'Twas hard, really. He is an intelligent young man. I raised him all by myself,
as I had intended," she added to the conversation.
"He's gotten you all soft and wooly, Morrigan!" Alistair laughed, trying to hide
his fear. Maybe she did know, maybe she was just waiting for the right time
to strike.
"Don't be absurd."
A few moments of chatter later, Morrigan took her leave and went right into
her quarters. Alistair looked left and right and turned around one last time as
he stood in front of the large gate, looking into Andraste's eyes. The figurine
in the garden, hands folded and gaze to the sky, made him ponder for a

moment. His mind was holding a big, flashy sign saying "DO NOT DO THIS AT
ALL AND NEVER", but his cock was already twitching and boxing his mind,
saying "YES, FINALLY".
The boy seemed so serene.
His hair was a bit messy, his eyes were closed and his lashes were twitching a
bit when Alistair opened the door. There were all sorts of colourful things in
his room. Wind chimes, clothes, mirrors. He seemed to like mirrors above all.
His son turned around and turned his back on Alistair who was rubbing his
hands. The King seemed to eye the boy like a starving cheetah would eye an
antelope. He licked his lips.
Now, how would he do it?
Kieran was a sound sleeper, which is probably why he didn't awaken as soon
as the intruder crawled onto his bed. By the time he was even aware
anything was happening, his breeches were gone, or at least they might've
been, Kieran wasn't really sure, he was still in a daze. When he realised what
was happening, the sleep and fear mixed in his brain, creating a cloudy
uncertainty. He wasn't sure if this was even real. The young boy was so
terribly exhausted from the banquet, he could barely even keep his eyes
open to identify his visitor. He hadn't even been sure whether the person
touching him was a boy or a girl, but then he felt the head of someone's cock
nudging at his ass. He was at least coherent enough for that.
"Go back to sleep, love," reached his ears, and he tried so desperately to try
and identify the voice. Was it the Inquisitor? Did he just hear Varric? No, the
person next to him is too tall. Was it Cullen? He couldn't figure it out,
probably because he wasn't yet attuned to the men's voices.
He registered somewhere in his half-consciousness that he should be
terrified, or at least concerned. Maybe he should try to fight back, he thought,
or just say something. His lithe limbs felt so heavy, as if he was still paralyzed
from his body's dreaming state, back when he was in the Fade. Kieran's head
was cloudy, and he actually started to fall alseep again. His body wanted to
return to sleep, not bother with the threat of potential rape. He was so deep
in the Fade that he didn't really care, as if he were drunk.
"Good boy," the voice complimented him when his eyes closed once more.
He vaguely wondered if he'd been drugged at the feast so that he'd stay
under, but he doubted it. His mother was way too alert for that. He didn't feel

the haze of medication, just exhaustion. It hurt when the anonymous man
forced his way into his ass. Kieran cried out quietly, then whimpered.
"Please," he was able to whisper.
"Sh, be quiet."
After a while, the pain dulled. His body felt numb. He felt his body rocking
with the motions of the man's thrusting. He didn't mean to, but it felt good to
move like that. He knew this was terribly wrong. This was rape.
"Fuck," the voice groaned into his ear.
He was almost disgusted with himself when he came, cock untouched. The
man's gasp sounded surprised, but pleased. Kieran was still in a fog. Barely
registering what was happening anymore, he barely even noticed his own
orgasm, his body just doing what it thought was best. Running on autopilot,
but not completely unmanned, since he knew he liked it. Kieran'd had enough
control of his body to feel the cock in his ass and to know that he enjoyed the
way it dragged in and out of him. The man had been gentle and quick. He
didn't like the wetness in his ass, or the emptiness when the older man pulled
out. He was already falling asleep anyways, though.
"King Alistair sends his regards," was the last thing he head before everything
went completely blank again.
Kieran didn't know for sure that it was going to happen again, and on top of
that, the night after the initial happening. Maybe whoever it was gained
confidence after the first time and they'd come back again, knowing Kieran
didn't tell anyone and couldn't even figure out what happened, or when it did,
or who did it.
It was a gamble on Alistair's part since his son wasn't going to be asleep the
next time, he'd be alert an waiting.
The boy went through the motions of preparing for sleep, saying good night
to his beloved mother and doing his last duties for the day. He went to his
chamber and drew all the curtains shut, tying to conceal his room. He put his
pillow and a few odd clothes under his blanket to form a body-like shape. He
waited, sitting on the floor beside the doorway opposite the bed. If the man
came in again and went to the bed, he'd be able to see who it was and
overpower him. Maybe Kieran would question him first, then put a hand to his
visitor's neck and send shocks through it. He was a powerful boy, after all.
What scared him the most was the fact that he wouldn't do any of this but lie

back on the bed and submit willingly.

He was beginning to think he wouldn't come. A one time thing, or maybe a
test. Perhaps it would never happen again or if it did, not for a while. His back
was sore from waiting so long on the marble floor. He wanted to crawl back
into his bed and sleep, but he needed to stay awake just a little longer to
protect himself, or at least so that he may know the truth.
He flinched when he noticed that the doorknob turned.
Alistair walked in quietly, towering over the bed and watch his boy sleep. The
boy knew it couldn't be one of the men he had named, he saw him and he
still couldn't believe it. He wrung his hands together, wondering what he was
going to do. Now that he saw who it was, he couldn't believe he didn't notice
the night before. He was frozen to the floor, deciding between staying and
submitting or fleeing.
His ruse was discovered and he didn't panic. Alistair pulled the sheets back,
he had already seen Kieran, he knew he wasn't in there. Alistair grunted in
annoyance, turned around and saw Kieran rise from the floor, hair in a mess,
cheeks wet from crying, eyes red.
"Kieran," he said.
Kieran just smiled at him.
Alistair smiled back. "If you want, I can stop this."
The small noise that Kieran made assured Alistair that he had said the wrong
thing. "I take it back, we'll continue this," he said. "Here, sit down next to
me," he commanded, pointing to the bed. After a few heartbeats, Kieran
came closer with careful steps and crawled onto the bed, kneeling back on
his heels. Alistair swalloed at the hungry glances Kieran shot down at his hard
cock, eyes skittering away before coming back again.
"Can I touch you?" Alistair asked.
"Yes, please," his son answered.
Alistair reached up and put a hand on the back of Kieran's neck, and the
effect was instantaneous: tension dropped away from Kieran's body as his
shoulders loosened and his posture relaxed, arching towards Alistair, eyes
blown dark, mouth wet and parting open, desire flooding into his scent until it
washed everything else out.
"Do you want to kiss?" Alistair asked, cautious.
Kieran nodded eagerly and bent down, pressing his mouth against Alistair's,

tongue immediately pressing forward in a slick move. Alistair let Kieran in, let
him suck on his tongue and bite at his lower lip. Alistair was definitely more
out of practice than Kieran was, feeling dizzy just at the feeling of soft lips
and the way Kieran ate at his mouth with small hitching moans.
Kieran made a happy noise low in his throat and pressed closer, hips hitching
against Alistair. He was marking Alistair up everywhere with hot, sticky trails:
the wet tip of his stiff cock dragging against Alistair's belly, his slick leaking
from him where Alistair's cock bumped up against his ass, more slick wetting
his thighs where they pressed against Alistair's hips. Alistair groaned, trying
hard to maintain his rapidly slipping control.
"Don't be a fucking tease," Kieran muttered.
"Watch your language," Alistair protested.
Kieran rolled his eyes, a full-body movement that, halfway through, turned
into a deliberate thrust. And then another. And another, until he was panting,
eyes squeezed shut so tightly he looked like he was in pain, rubbing himself
so desperately against Alistair's body that the whole bed jolted on its feet.
Steeling himself, Alistair stroked his hand all the way down Kieran's back,
over the curve of his ass, to test his rim with the pad of one finger.
Alistair pressed the finger in, and Kieran was already so wet and open that he
curled another one inside with no effort. "God, you feel good, it's even better
when you are awake." Alistair muttered helplessly.
Kieran moaned at that, hips rocking in erratic circles, trying to fuck himself
deeper on Alistair's fingers. "Dad," he murmured, "Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad.
More."
Alistair eased another finger in, stunned at how easily Kieran was taking it.
"You're doing so well," he hushed into his ear, spreading his fingers to make
room for a fourth, and Kieran melted against him with a heaving sob, letting
Alistair screw his fingers as far as they could go, before he shoved himself
upright and started shuffling backwards.
"I need it," Kieran gulped, trying to line himself up with Alistair's cock, "I can't
wait anymore, now now now"
Alistair held himself steady, watching as Kieran's mouth dropped open on a
moan when the head of Alistair's cock found purchase and sank inside him.
He worked himself up and down, taking Alistair inch by inch into his slick-wet
heat. Alistair grabbed Kieran's ass with both hands when he was fully seated,
held on as Kieran dropped forward to prop his arms on either side of Alistair's
head and rode him, open-mouthed and greedy for it.

Alistair didn't notice as his ragged, pained wheezing faded away to labored
panting, as his lung healed to let him take full breaths, as his fever turned
into something that sharpened his focus instead of deadening it, as his
strength returned with every broken moan he fucked out of Kieran.
Instead, Alistair reached down and squeezed his fingers around Kieran's little
cock, listening to Kieran cry out. It was nowhere near as big as Alistair's dick
was going to be, but it was a sweet little handful. Alistair pulled and milked at
it, wringing desperate noises from Kieran as he worked himself down on
Alistair's cock. "So good," Alistair rasped, reveling in Kieran's happy shiver.
"Dad," Kieran begged. "Are youcan I turn over? Please?"
"Yeah," Alistair said, "yeah, fuck, show me."
Alistair was in such heat, he barely even noticed that Kieran called him dad.
Kieran scrambled off Alistair's cock and onto his hands and knees next to
him, hips jerking up eagerly to present. Alistair moved behind him as quickly
as he dared, body complaining as new skin pulled over his wounds with the
movement. Kieran's ass was red where Alistair's fingers had been gripping it,
his hole pink and wet, messy, used, his thighs wet and slippery with his slick.
"You look so good," Alistair growled, leaning down, and set his teeth in one
cheek, soaking up the broken noise Kieran made.
"Please," Kieran whined, "please, Dad."
Alistair dragged his tongue up Kieran's thighs, licking up all the slick he could
in slow, broad swathes, having to retrace his path when more slick slid out of
his hole in frantic twitches. Kieran tried to hold back his high-pitched whining
the entire time. Finally, Alistair pushed the flat of his tongue against Kieran's
crease and dragged it upwards, tasting him there with a groan. Kieran cried
out and arched his back harder, trying to chase after the pressure. Alistair
pointed his tongue and ran it as lightly as he could around the rim of his
opening, teasing for long moments while Kieran sobbed, before he pushed it
in all at once. Kieran spasmed hard with a cry, spreading his knees wider,
trying to open himself up more for Alistair's relentless tongue as it stabbed in
and out of him, back arching harder and hips hitching up like he was trying to
fuck Alistair's mouth.
"Please," Kieran whined, his voice filling the room, climbing higher, about to
peak, "please"
Alistair pulled away.
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Alistair tensed hard above

Kieran, snarling at the guard he heard outside the room.

"Kieran," the guard said through the door, voice full of steel. "Are you all
right?"
"I'm all right! I'm good," Kieran called out. Alistair shoved his tongue back in,
demanding his child's attention. "Fuck, I'm good, I promise, so good, oh god
Dad-"
There was a long pause, followed by the snikt sound of a sword dropping
back into its sheath. The sound of footsteps faded down the hallway. Alistair
ignored it all, focused on coring his son open with his tongue. He scissored
two fingers into him, held him open so he could try to go deeper, try to chase
down more of his taste, his face wet with slick now and rubbing at his boy's
skin until it was pink and sensitive.
"Dad," Kieran panted brokenly, "Dad, please, just do it."
The fucking had been good before, when his kid was on top, but it couldnt
compare to the searing full-body burn of having the present himself for his
father, ass in the air, desperate and willing and aching for it. It was so much
better now that he had his kid beneath him, opening up around his cock,
shoving his hips back to get more, gasping in short, breathless uh, uh, uh
noises as Alistair rutted into him in a brutal, steady rhythm. Kieran scrabbled
at one of Alistair's hands gripping his hips, and Alistair obligingly dropped it to
wrap his fingers around his son's wet cock. He paid special attention to that
bump, wringing the pleasure from it in strong pulls while he pushed forward
in short grinding thrusts with his hips. He felt the base of his cock swell,
pulling at the rim, until his sweet little child finally came in a wordless cry and
a burst of wet heat onto the sheets below.
The King pushed in one final time with a growl that turned into frantic
whimpers as his cock swelled to its full girth. He came in endless, shaking
pulses inside Kieran, bearing them both down to the bed until they were laid
out flat on the feathery mattress. Eventually they both shuddered to a halt,
panting in huge breaths, completely spent. Alistair breathed in the air, filled
with sex now, gloating.
"Welcome back," Alistair smiled, arms behind his head.
Kieran laid his head on his father's chest, obviously being content.
"Kieran, how did you know th-"
"No," Kieran smiled, "I'm not stupid, father. I always knew. I always.. knew.
And besides, are you complaining?"

Alistair's eyes widened. "No, no.. I'm not."

- uwu -

FADE TO BLACK!!!!!
just so you know, i am not proud of this at all, i am ashamed actually and i do
not want you to tell anyone i have done this. you can keep this and shove it
into a deep pit, burn it, far away from me. i want this never again. never. this
was so bad, hows the corypheus thing gonna work?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
A!!
now, LET ME FINISH PRAYING FOR MY IMMORTAL SOUL!
p.s.s: kieran in my mind is aroun 12 - 13 so, ...

O Maker, hear my cry:

Guide me through the blackest nights
Steel my heart against the temptations of the wicked
Make me to rest in the warmest places.
O Creator, see me kneel:
For I walk only where You would bid me
Stand only in places You have blessed
Sing only the words You place in my throat
My Maker, know my heart
Take from me a life of sorrow
Lift me from a world of pain
Judge me worthy of Your endless pride
My Creator, judge me whole:
Find me well within Your grace

Touch me with fire that I be cleansed

Tell me I have sung to Your approval