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dragonagegayz · 2 days ago

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Even Angels Lose Control

Rating: Explicit

Game: Dragon Age The Veilguard

Pairing: Emmrich x Rook, Emmrook, Emmrich x Trans! Male Rook, Emmrich x Mourn Watch Rook

Word Count: 5,357

Summary: Emmrich (and the rest of the team) is feeling the flirtatious heat from their illustrious leader Oz or "Rook" as they mainly know him. What happens when the senior necromancer starts having less than pure thoughts of his smooth-talking, flirt of a qunari? Smut of course! (Or the 6 times Emmrich Jorked it to the thought of Oz and the one time he helped him jork it)

This is time 1

NSFW Tags: Masturbation

So I wasn't going to post this until I at least had the others written but Oz is just so ya know I want to share him also I haven't even met Emmrich in my run yet so like I won't have pictures of the two of them for a while lmao

If there was one thing that took Emmrich by surprise the most about Rook, it was just how much of a flirt the qunari was. Well, it was one of the many things, he’d never met anyone in the Mourn Watch that was so… animated, quick-tongued, and teasing. He was just, not what the senior necromancer was used to when interacting with other Mourn Watchers and from what he had heard around the Necropolis (not that he was trying to listen, he found gossip often an over exaggeration of the person in question ((Oz’s was, in fact, not an over exaggeration, as he later learned))) it was simply the way he was.

Emmrich wasn’t the only one who noticed, he was certain of that. It seemed everyone on the team got some sort of special attention from the warrior, batted eyelashes, gentle caresses, and those damn winks the qunari loved to do. And it wasn’t as if the way the man did it was done cheaply. He was very observant in the way everyone reacted and would cater his flirting to what they preferred. There was always a sort of teasing under it but everyone’s special attention was just that, special to them. It seemed as if the entire team was a little smitten with their flirtatious leader, which made the mage a little… confused.? He wanted to know what was beyond joking flirts and teasing looks, was there something else behind Oz’s attention or was simply the way he was?

The necromancer wouldn’t be… upset if it were something more. He was flattered in general that the qunari even looked his way, especially with the rest of the team easily being better for his attention than a 52-year-old Emmrich Volkarian. The others were closer to the man’s age by a good 10 years after all, Rook being the youngest of the Veilguard at 23 (that thought always made the mage a little sick to his stomach, after all a whole 30 years were between them) and Emmrich was… well Emmrich. From stories that the mage definitely hadn’t been listening in on, most of the senior staff didn’t necessarily have good words to say about the young man’s attitude towards them. Taunting words, pranks that were so elaborate some swore the man had to be a mage and so many other horrors he had heard for Oz terrorizing the Necropolis.

And maybe that was true but Emmrich had yet to see it and either way, it didn’t necessarily take away any from the young man’s roguish, anti-authorine charm.

So yes, Emmrich couldn’t deny he somewhat preened under the attention of the warrior and yes, maybe he was starting to watch the man more in battle as he smashed enemies in with incredible strength, especially for the rather scrawny build the man had. And maybe, while he was watching said warrior, he watched as the maul the man uses was knocked from his hand by some mercenaries they were fighting on in the Wetlands. Then maybe, just maybe, while watching and before he could help, the necromancer witnessed as his fellow Mourn Watcher tackled the man who had managed to knock the weapon away, before throwing him over his shoulder as if he weighed nothing and falling straight back on the fool, crushing his skull with the muscle Emmrich just knew was packed onto the man’s back. (He knew it very well actually, Oz liked to wear rather revealing armor) The disgusting squish of the poor fool’s skull should have made the mage’s stomach squeeze and the blood left on the qunari’s back should have made him pull an unpleased face but instead, he found himself…hot.

His blood felt warm as it rushed through his veins, the adrenal making him run very warm as it was but this was… It felt like fire in his body burning oh so hot as he desperately tried to refocus his mind on the fight and not what was going on down in his now much tighter pants. He would have been able to as well if Rook hadn’t just decided to abandon his two-handed weapons in favor of just his bare hands and damn if the qunari just wasn’t powerful. There wasn’t even a hesitation in his fighting style, he was quick and decisive with every blow he threw out, fists cracking jaws and hands wrapping around arms just to snap them with a tight squeeze. It was ridiculously impressive, something that would take a deep knowledge of the body to know which weak points would snap in such a way. Emmrich knew his face must have been bright red as the fight finally finished out, lungs in desperate need of air but he found it hard to breathe as he stared in awe at the qunari.

Sweat dripped down the man’s neck to his collar bone, blood spattered his body and his hair had been pulled from the top knot it usually was in and the man’s bangs stuck to his forehead slick with a mix of blood and sweat. It was hot. Emmrich tried desperately to swallow but his throat was dry, painful. He wondered if Oz would let him run his long down his body, let him follow a drop of sweat to sate his thirst. He hopelessly tried to shake that thought away. How inappropriate! No matter if there was an attraction between the two or not, the necromancer knew far better than to think of anyone in such a way. He was a senior mage after all, no longer a young, horny man who only knew how to think with his dick. He was better than this, a true shame he should feel for such a dirty, unacceptable.

“Alright there Emm?”

With an undignified yelp, the older man turned on his heel and looked up to see Rook right behind him, looking down at him with a curious smirk. Emmrich choked on his spit for a second, coughing behind his hand (and hoping it was hiding his blush) as he tried to clear his still-dry throat. When he tried to speak at first he found his voice raspy so he had to clear his throat again. The entire time the other Mourn Watcher’s smirk never disappeared. “Yes, yes, I’m fine,” He hoped his voice wasn’t as shakey as he felt it was. “Just a little winded from the fight, but what about you? I saw that man knock your weapon from your hands,” Oz threw his head back as he laughed, circling the mage towards the mercenary that had managed to take the qunari off guard. “I’d say he learned his lesson, glad my Padre taught me hand combat too, it defiantly saved my ass,” He mused as he looked down at the squished corpse before turning back to look at the older man, the damnable smile only making Emmrich’s cheeks burn more. “You sure you’re alright? You seem real flush over there professor,” It was said in such a teasing way, like he knew just what was going through the dirty old man’s mind. The senior Mourn Watcher desperately tried for a relaxed smile but he figured it was strained from the way the other man’s smirk deepened even more. Damnation. “I promise I’m fine, that fight was just a little intense, lots of adrenaline,” He reasoned, watching as the qunari nodded, approaching him. “True enough,” The man said back, stopping right in front of the necromancer making the older man have to tilt his head up to keep looking at Rook. Emmrich’s breath hitched at the dark look in his eyes. He leaned down even further. “You know professor~” Why, oh why did Oz have to say it like that? “If you need help burning off-”

“Bad guys coming!” Harding’s voice cut through the two and Rook was quick to pull away, looking to where the dwarf had yelled. A mischievous grin took the place of that flirtatious dark smirk. “Ha! Probably mad about their friends,” The qunari whipped around to wink at the older man. “Ready for another fight?” All Emmrich could do was nod, watching as the other man rushed into the fight, hands ready to grab and attack.

May the dead preserve Emmrich, this young man was going to be the death of him.

“You need your weapon, Rook!”

“Oh, right!”

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When the group returned to the Lighthouse, each other covered in bits of blight darkspawn and Oz still caked in blood, it was a bit of a blessing. Emmrich needed to get away from the young qunari, just to relax and decompress from… whatever had happened during the fight.

Emmrich couldn’t shake the memory of the other Morun Watcher’s eyes, staring down at him like a predator ready to catch its prey. The low tone of his voice was when he had leaned in, calling him professor~ in such a way that there was no possible way the warrior didn’t know what he was doing. But it felt strange to keep this interaction at such a pinnacle, especially after Emmrich witnessed the way Oz had brushed Harding’s hair from her face when the second round of mercenaries was dead. The way he looked at her, the way her cheeks turned pink, it felt all too familiar. It was just all a bit confusing to the necromancer, it had been a few years since he had been in the dating game and Oz was unlike anyone he had ever been interested in. Usually, Emmrich was the smooth one of his partners, he was usually the one causing them to blush and sputter with smooth words and nicknames. And he usually had a much better grip on the dirty thoughts in his mind. He never knew such moves lingered, stayed in the mind, and replayed over and over again.

The man had decided on his way back and needed a nice long refresh in the bath chamber, a long stand under the warm water of the waterfall the fade provided should be enough to clear his mind and dick of these lingering thoughts. So when the man made it back to his room, he grabbed his change of clothes, and his bathing set and asked Manfred to start some tea for him he was off to the bath chamber. It was hidden behind the main point of the Lighthouse, cozily tucked in a corner. He made sure to peak his head in first, seeing if the place was vacant which much to his luck it was so he allowed himself the freedom to hum to himself as he made his way to the waterfall area. It wasn’t too large, just a room made up of rocks which were around a waterfall falling through the middle, from who knows what source.

One time Rook had asked him where the water could come from and when Emmrich said “The fade always provides,” the qunari rolled his eyes in such a fond way that Emmrich nearly broke out into a giggle.

Emmrich was careful with his things as he set aside his change of clothes and stripped his soiled clothes, hoping it wasn’t his detail of laundry this week, he hated trying to get blight out of fabric. He checked the temperature with his hand more out of habit than anything, everything in the fade seemed to always be a perfect temperature when he went to check these things. When he stepped under the water, it was like an instant effect the way the tension in his body dropped away and a sigh pushed its way out of his chest. Nothing beat the feeling of warm water washing away the day’s muck and grim, from both the wetlands and the fights he found himself in. Those horrible mercenaries were the most annoying in their fights of the day. It felt entirely unnecessary and cruel, going around looting the already struggling Wardens for nothing more than some gold, selfishness pervades even in the world-ending times it seemed. Thankfully they were there to help stop the said ruffins from causing any more harm, Oz in particular was just phenomenal today. He seemed to glisten in the dark lands, covered in all that sweat and blood, his shoulders heaving in breaths of air as he looked down at Emmrich with that downright dirty smile.

The mage’s breath hitched as he felt heat rush through his body again, all running south with such speed his head spun a little.

Oh no.

There was no excuse of adrenaline this time, no excuse of an intense fight to cover his heady rush of heat. Just Emmrich, his dirty inappropriate thoughts, and a hardening dick. Embarrassing didn’t even begin to describe the senior mage's feelings. He knew he should get out of the waterfall right now, march himself back to his room, and head straight to bed as he must be insanely tired to be thinking such thoughts about Rook. That’s what he should be doing but…

The water was so warm, the dirt still not completely washed from his body and with his cock well… Sure the qunari may be why he was in this predicament but as long as he didn’t think about the man, was it so bad? ‘Yes,’ The senior Mourn Watcher thought to himself as he carefully let his hand drift down, skirting along his lower stomach towards his now proud-standing dick. ‘As long as my thoughts stay away from him, there is no foul play here, right?’ It felt logical to him and he couldn’t deny the relief of finally being able to wrap a hand around his hard length. It had been far too long since he brought himself such pleasure, most of his rubs outs since coming to the Lighthouse were quick, taking care of a problem over being able to slow down and enjoy himself. And the ever attendant Emmrich knew just what he liked, a perk of age. He knew just how to move and breathe in the ways he loved, the ways that made everything oh so much more than just a hand on his dick desperately trying to get an orgasm. That’s mainly what he had been doing since coming to the Lighthouse, with the little privacy and time he had. But now, he seemed to actually have the time to lavish himself in attention, no one else had come into the baths yet and usually he would have been interrupted by now.

Why not take advantage of the alone time he had?

When he finally wrapped his hand around himself, the man had to throw his head back, letting the water spray his face as he bit down on his lips to stifle his sounds. Were he completely alone, the older mage would have let his noises free, he believed such things should never be hidden but what he was doing now was pushing his luck enough, he didn’t need to overindulge. The Mourn Watcher began to move his hand, a very slow up and down to get an idea if he needed something to slick his cock up which he concluded, he definitely would need to. With haste and an embarrassing lack of elegance, Emmrich scrambled for his shampoo, he knew it would subs up enough to lessen the friction of the water. Better than nothing he reasoned to himself as he got a glob in his hand, which went straight down to his dick even before he stood back up. A sharp intake of air echoed through the bath chambers, nothing too loud but unless they believed the senior necromancer to be in pain, someone who would potentially walk in would know what he was doing. As he stood he bit down on his lip, desperate to keep his noises in.

He started to move his hand, a slow rhythm of back and forth. He would go down, and let his long fingers linger on the base before he would sometimes slip past, getting a gentle grip on his balls before squeezing them. He would have to bite down on his lips even more, fight those deep rumbling noises wanting to crawl up his throat. Emmrich knew he had to let up when a tiny noise would slip past, be it a gasp or even at one point a moan, drifting back up to his shaft with the gliding fingers. Maybe Oz would touch him there, with that smirk on his lips as he watched the mage try to stifle his sounds. Emmrich aggressively shook his head off the thought, biting down on his tongue before recentering his brain to the touch of his dick. Accidental slip up, something he wouldn’t let happen again.

He was always gentle when he went up or down his cock, and treated his own the same he would treat one of his partners. With sweetness, with care, and of course, he would do the same to himself, everyone deserved such treatment after all. The shampoo subs helped the glide, though he wished he had something slicker to help his fingers go along his shaft. Something like an oil, maybe that honey oil he had brought from home, he did like the feel of it on his dick a lot, thick and so smooth. Would Oz let him use his slick to help with the friction? Would the warrior open his legs for Emmrich and beg to be used in such a way? The necromancer’s hold on his cock tightened, and another moan echoed, the loudest one yet. It took a few moments and a couple of squeezes to his dick for the man to return to himself, a weaker toss of his head this time. He needed to stay focused, he was getting close just a little more, a few more strokes, another squeeze to his balls, and…

If there was one surefire way to get the older man to finish, it was anything to do with his sensitive head, it practically glistened with precum, even with the water washing most of it away. Emmrich could easily deny his more aroused, dirty parts if it weren’t for the head of his traitorous cock. A few partners had managed to exploit this sensitivity in their sex lives, the one absolute way to make the man lose his composure, they had learned. An evil, evil trick that the senior mage loved. He loved to exploit it on himself as he did now, giving it barely enough attention but just enough to cause him to twitch, his cock jumping with every morsel of attention to the head. It was like sparks shooting off under his skin, flashes behind his eyelids as he tipped his head back, basking in the feeling of pleasure and the warmth of the water. It was as if everything he was feeling under his skin was also happening around his body and it was just wonderful.

Emmrich’s hips bucked and another gasp escaped his lips. ‘Soon,’ He realized, and while he knew he shouldn't have reached his this quickly, he allowed himself to relish in the luck of it all bucking his hips faster as he tried to keep his mind clear except for the feeling of his hand on his cock, forming a slight O as his hips sped up every more. His breathing became short, slightly nasally as his breath caught in his throat over and over, faster and in time with his hips until finally, finally, his release came, a stream of cum shooting up his stomach nearly to his chest and a muffled cry muffled by his lips sealed tightly shut. His high of the organism hit and reflexively the man balanced up to his tip toes as if chasing the body high physically. Emmrich stayed up in that hazy place for a pleasant few moments, squeezing his head when it began to fade, just to extend the time, if only for a few more seconds.

Then it began to drop, and the mage let himself drop with it, returning his feet flat on the floor and dropping his hand from his cock. The haze of post-organismic bliss settled in his bones, and while it was more pleasant when with someone else, Emmrich felt good, relaxed even. With one final intake of air, the man reopened his eyes, the warm water spraying his face had slowed to a mist, as the fade always provides what was needed. It was a well-done orgasm, a little on the fast side but considering how much better he felt, it was well worth it. And that was all the senior mage had thought about it, ready to enjoy the rest of his shower in peace and with a clear head but then he looked down and…

He was still hard.

Naturally, this confused Emmrich quite a bit as he looked down at his body’s reaction. For his age and his lifestyle, there shouldn’t be any reason why one orgasm wasn’t enough to sate him, he wasn’t some undignified 20-something-year-old after all. He was supposed to be a refined gentleman, one in control of all aspects of his body and mind, this type of thing should never be an issue, it should just be one and done. Yet, there he stood face to face with a rather angry-looking erection with a shiny head and heavy balls, begging to be touched. He realized it seemed to hurt over the fact he had not touched himself, throbbing almost in a pissed-off manner at him for being so selfish not to touch his cock.

Tentatively, he reached down and wrapped a hand around the head of his dick, a sensitive shudder sparked down his spine and another heady rush of lust warmed up his veins. ‘Just one more,’ He thought as he started his movements again, desperately trying to get his hips to stop twitching from oversensitivity but not being able to pull his hand away. It was a rush, it felt sloppy and so unlike Emmrich as he moved up and down, ruthless in his pleasure to himself. He should get another thing of shampoo to help with the friction, he truly should stop all of this and ignore his needy cock but it just felt too good. Another squeeze to the head made him moan out, this time unbashfully letting the sound echo.

He wondered if Oz were here, would he do the same after watching the mage do it to himself? Would the qunari grab his cock with those large hands and squeeze in all the places he had watched Emmrich do? How would the man talk to him, he wondered. A deep low growl as he stared directly into the senior Watcher’s eyes, with that damnable smirk meaning down at the older man with whispers of “There we go,”, “So incredible Emmrich,”, “Oh Professor, go on, give me all you got,”

“Come,”

With a borderline uncomfortable arch of his back, Emmrich did just that and this time it was a much more intense high of his orgasm to the point he nearly fell to his knees as the powerful shudder ran through his thighs. He felt his dick shoot cum out again, this time going high enough to hit himself in the chin much to his surprise. It only served to send a very oversensitive shock to his brain, making him have to close his eyes to attempt to balance himself lest he fall over. The last thing he needed was to hit his head and be found in the state he was in, in which the idea was more horrifying than even the elven gods. Were Oz truly here, he could imagine the qunari teasing him for such a thought, for worrying so much about appearance despite the fact Emmrich just came to the thought of him praising and commanding him.

The mage’s stomach dropped.

What the hell had he been thinking!? This was the exact thing he was trying to stop himself from doing, this was the line he didn’t want to cross and he did so without any thought. How could he degrade his fellow Mourn Watcher to be nothing but a voice for him to jerk off to? Oz deserved nothing but the best treatment, even in private moments only meant for Emmrich, there was no reason in any world the mage should be ok with what he had just done. The older man felt dirty, shame burned inside him as he felt all 30 of those years in his and the qunari’s age difference. He forced himself out from under the warm water into the chill of the bathhouse. The mage decided he deserved to march himself straight back to his room, shut himself in, and go straight to bed. No tea, no cleaning his body off. No, old creepy men like him deserved nothing but the bare minimum of treatment, especially after such a foolish act.

Emmrich nearly threw himself from the water, grabbing his towel and barely drying himself just enough to throw on his sleep pants, forgoing the shirt for right now and gathering his things in his arms. He didn’t even bother to keep them all folded or organized for once in his life, just gathering it all up in a messy pile before marching himself to the door. How could he ever be so shameless? Had his decorum left him the moment he was recruited? It must have, it was the only thing that made sense. Even with the weight of the world bearing down, there was no reason for him to lose such basic respect, especially for the leader of the group. Perhaps the mage should find an outlet, as much as that made him frown. He was never the biggest fan of casual affairs but maybe something like that would help to distract him from his less-than-pure thoughts of Oz. Yes, maybe something with one of the other factions, no one the two could potentially know. The Crow’s seemed to have a couple of qunari that he could find-

“Careful there Professor,”

The sudden voice caught him off guard as he looked up from the ground. He had been startled to see Oz, leaning against the side of the entrance of the bath chambers. Emmrich swallowed hard at the sight of that smirk. “I-I’m sorry?” He managed to ask, his throat was dry again. The qunari tilted his head, obviously trying to hide a laugh as his eyes crinkled with amusement. “There’s a puddle right there, don’t want you to slip,” He mused, the warrior nodding towards something on the ground. When the older man went to look, it was no bigger than a mug’s worth of water, at most he would have stepped in it and had a wet foot, there would have been no fear of slipping. Again, Emmrich swallowed. “Ah well, thank you, Rook, I shall be sure to be careful as I return to my room,” A rich chuckle rumbled out of the younger man’s chest as he took a few steps towards the senior mage who desperately wanted to take a few steps back but he feared that would look suspicious so he kept his ground, hoping he had mild curiosity face and not ‘I just came to the thought of you’ face. Suddenly, the qunari stood right in front of Emmrich and very obviously let his eyes go up and down the older man, he even dared to lick his lips. The necromancer’s stomach clenched.

“You didn’t finish your shower,” Oz said, a curious tint to his voice as he voiced his observation. Emmrich hoped the heat he felt in his cheeks could be explained away as heat from his bathing. “Yes, well I-” He stumbled over his words and choked on them as his throat stayed scratchy and dry. A laugh cut him off, it was beautiful to witness, the way the younger man threw his head back and how his eyes crinkled like he found the older mage’s stumbles just that endearing, the older man’s face flushed even more. “You’re still covered in dirt Emmrich, I think I know what’s going on here,” The qunari took another step closer, which forced the necromancer to tilt his head high up, craning to look at the much taller Mourn Watcher. There was that smirk still but it was softer, kinder as he looked down with such shiny eyes, one blinded and one bright green. Oh, How Emmrich wished to stare into those eyes for hours, to map their coloring so perfectly so he would never forget.

“You feel guilty,”

Instantly, the necromancer’s body tensed. He was sure his soul had left his body for a moment, becoming a spirit of prevention probably before returning to his body as a shudder ran through him. He didn’t know how Oz knew but the fact he did, spirits, he deserved nothing less than the worst treatment. The mage was prepared to be berated, to apologize profusely, pack his things up, and leave. He could be out by the end of the day, send recommendations for someone in his place as he punished himself to a life of isolation for his prevented and-

“You don’t have to worry, Harding and I are fine. You can take your time,”

That… confused Emmrich more than anything as his panic passed.

“I… Sorry?”

“You probably feel guilty taking up the bath chambers, it’s alright. You were here first, Harding and I will wait our turns. You deserve a proper clean like the rest of us,”

Oh sweet death, this man.

The senior Mourn Watcher cleared his throat, trying to bite down on the panic he had just been having so he could speak again. He knew he should fess up, be honest with Oz, and prepare himself for the consequences of his thoughts but he couldn’t with the way those big eyes stared down at him. Giving a weak nod he tightened his hold on the stuff in his arms. “Oh yes, well I don’t want to be selfish,” His voice was weak and the laugh he tried to force was so raspy but Oz didn’t seem to notice as he waved his hand and shook his head. “Nonsense, we all deserve some pampering. Take your time Emmrich,” Gods, his smile was so since, so kind. Were it any time, the older man would just melt under it but now he felt flush, guilt still biting at his ankles. “Thank you, Rook, I appreciate it,” He said with a bow, trying desperately to keep his eyes from the warrior’s long legs. Why the man insisted on wearing such exposing armor was beyond him, he must have been doing it on purpose, there wasn’t any way he didn’t have any idea what he was doing to his fellow Mourn Watcher, or the rest of the team for that matter.

“Of course,” Emmrich looked back up to see a genuine smile looking down at him, eyes warm with fondness. That made the mage’s cheeks heat the most. He turned back around and returned to the waterfall, hoping Oz would return to the rest of the Lighthouse with no comment.

He should have known better.

“Oh Professor?” The older Mourn Watcher bit down on his tongue as he turned his head to look at the qunari. That smirk was back and his eyes were dark. “If you ever need help getting some of those hard-to-reach places, I’m always available,” Again, again, Emmrich choked as he watched the other giving his body the once over before spinning on his heels and walking away, a pep to his step and whistling some tune the older man didn’t recognize. The man coughed on his dry throat, leaning against the cool walls to attempt to calm his overheated skin and racing thoughts. Oh, Oz knew, maybe not exactly but he knew something was up, and now Emmrich was at his mercy, completely unsure of where this would lead next.

He was so screwed.

Who knows if I'll finish this series hence why I'm only posting it on tumblr for the time being but I do have the rest planned out at least which I don't have as much detailed planning for my Rookanis fics which is why those slowed down AND I haven't been taking my meds like I should so that def is also an issue (I'm back on them, remember to take ur meds please)

Any way, Danke Schon for reading and I hope your days are full that good good shit -<3 Skunch

Edit: Here's the Ao3 link if that's more your style

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