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For Shame

Summary:

Astarion discovers Gale's secret kink and decides, apparently on a whim, to indulge him in it. Even though Gale doesn't trust Astarion, he finds the rogue quite impossible to resist.

Immediate smut, slow burn romance
Chapter-specific tags in notes

Now includes cover art!

Notes:

This started as a one-shot, led to a series of one-shots, and now I've decided to make a longfic out of them. Chapters with a * at the end have smut in them.

Chapter-specific tags: [Will be updated as more chapters are added]

  • All smut chapters: Embarrassment, humiliation, degradation, teasing, dom/sub play, soft dom Astarion, sub Gale
  • Chapter 1: Dubious consent, under-negotiated kink, light bondage, predicament bondage, restraints, spit as lube, anal fingering, finger sucking, coming untouched, groping, ENM (embarrassed naked male), CMNM (clothed male/naked male)
  • Chapter 3: Mildly dubious consent/consent issues, inappropriate erections, pillow humping
  • Chapter 4: Mildly dubious consent, groping, mild overstimulation
  • Chapter 5: Mildly dubious consent/consent issues, slight age play (sexual), leg humping, Gale's praise kink
  • Chapter 7: Tickling, accidental stimulation, leg humping, orgasm delay, slight age play (sexual), Master/pet, slight pet play (those last two will be present in all smut chapters from here on)
  • Chapter 8: brief praise kink, Astarion's past abuse, implied tickling
  • Chapter 9: Gale 'Dangerkink' Dekarios, hand jobs, coming in pants
  • Chapters 10-12: Past Gale/Mystra, past grooming
  • Chapter 12: Hurt/Comfort, slight age play (nonsexual)
  • Chapter 15: Past Gale/Mystra

Chapter 1: For Shame*

Summary:

Gale finds himself in a rather compromising situation. Astarion takes advantage.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

The first sensation Gale became aware of was the ache of his knees on the ground. The second was the manacle securing his wrists behind his back. Instinctively, he kept his eyes closed: if he was shackled, there was a chance his captor was still in the room—wherever the room was. Plumbing through brain fog that still hadn’t totally cleared, he searched for clues. Ah, yes—he remembered accepting a potion from Priestess Gut, who had promised to cure him of the tadpole problems. In retrospect, it had not been wise to drink a potion provided by a goblin. 

“Oh, what do we have here?” 

It was Astarion’s voice. Gale felt a wave of relief. If Astarion had found him, he was saved. The rogue could pick any lock, and Gale was sure that included his wrist bindings. 

“Astarion!”

He opened his eyes to see his savior on the other side of a set of prison bars. The bars themselves didn't worry him—they would barely be an inconvenience for Astarion. He was, however, concerned about what he saw in the vampire’s face. Astarion held an expression of devilish glee, and his eyes were not on Gale’s, but lower. What was he…?

Gale looked down and, for the first time, registered that he was completely naked. (The damned goblin must have taken his equipment!) Astarion was staring directly at his cock—which, to his great regret, gave a twitch of interest at this discovery. 

“Is that for me?” Astarion asked coquettishly. “Darling, I’m flattered. I had no idea you felt that way.”

“It’s not you,” Gale hissed, unaware that he was digging his own grave. 

“Oh? Then there’s something about this situation that you find arousing?” Astarion grinned as he made a point of scanning the empty prison cell. “I wonder what it could be. Surely ‘dirty hovel’ isn’t really your scene.”

Gale closed his eyes and took a steadying breath. He realized his mistake now. He would have to redirect Astarion before the rogue got too close to the truth. “It’s a perfectly normal reaction,” he replied, keeping his voice as stoically clinical as possible, “I once read a book that explained in some detail the effect a brush with danger has on one’s desire for…” He chose his next words carefully. “…other forms of stimulation.”

“Hmm, and yet I see no danger here.” Astarion spread his arms theatrically. “You’ve been captured, but there are no hostiles around, and you know these locks are child’s play for me. If anything, this is one of the safer predicaments in which you could find yourself within a goblin fortress. No…” He misty stepped through the bars and leaned down so his face was close to Gale’s. “There must be something else that’s… tickling your fancy.” Unfortunately for Gale, he glanced down quickly enough to see the wizard’s cock give another twitch. 

Gale looked away, hunching over himself to hide his privates.  “Well, I am alone with a vampire. If you wanted to s-” He narrowly avoided saying the word “suck.” It seemed wise to avoid that kind of terminology right now. “-steal my blood, there would be nothing to stop you.”

“Except that we both know your blood is disgusting,” Astarion pointed out. “You’re well aware that you’re not in any danger from me. That’s not it.” He circled behind Gale and pulled at the chain connected to his manacles, forcing the wizard to lean back with a grunt, once again revealing his genitals. Astarion, now looking over Gale’s shoulder, made a happy coo when he saw another twitch. Gale’s cheeks and ears burned.

“Is it the chains? Are you into bondage?” 

Gale said nothing, but he knew Astarion wasn’t interested in his words, anyway. The vampire was interested in Gale’s dick, which had not responded to the suggestion. 

“Apparently not.” 

He paused. Gale could almost hear him thinking. “I suppose I could free you. But you should know I don’t have your clothes. You’ll have to fight your way out of here bare, with your lovely assets on display for all our friends and the goblins to see.”

Gale gritted his teeth as his treacherous cock twitched again. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you little pervert.” Another twitch. “Is our darling wizard an exhibitionist?” Nothing. “No? Are you sure?”

Finally, Gale broke his silence. “No. I don’t enjoy making people look at… things they haven’t consented to see.”

“And yet there is something about the thought of being publicly naked that appeals to you.” Gale wished he could hide himself again, but with Astarion still holding the chains, it wasn’t possible. He squeezed his eyes shut. 

“Most people find that idea horrifying. I’m hardly vanilla, but I’m on their side. It sounds… oh.”

Now he let go of the chains, but Gale froze, unable to take advantage. He was sure Astarion could sense how his heartbeat had skyrocketed.

A hand tipped his chin up. Gale opened his eyes to see Astarion looking down at him, finally studying his face rather than his dick. Surely the vampire noticed how red he was, and being under direct scrutiny made him flush even more. 

“It sounds absolutely humiliating.” 

Gale was unable to suppress a whimper. He felt his dick start to harden—not yet standing at full attention, but also no longer making contact with his balls.

Astarion was thrilled. “That’s it, then. The great Archmage of Waterdeep gets off on being humiliated.” He let Gale’s chin go, and the wizard had the presence of mind to hunch over again.

“Ah ah ah,” Astarion chided, “There will be none of that.” He tightened the chain again, making Gale expose himself once more. This time, he produced some rope and tied it through the chain, securing the slack he had taken. When he let go, Gale was stuck with his back ramrod straight, unable to hide his shame from view.

Astarion stood over Gale, admiring his handiwork. “That’s better,” he said, staring unabashedly at Gale’s member. “Now we can have some fun. How hard do you think I can make you, without even touching you?” 

The wizard’s cock bobbed in anticipation. 

“Already so responsive,” he purred. “Tell me, does anyone else know your dirty little secret?”

“…No.”

“I can see why you’d want to keep it to yourself. Wouldn’t want people taking advantage, would we?” 

It was unclear whether Astarion saw the irony of that question.

“Imagine if your classmates at Blackstaff knew that putting you out of commission was as easy as pulling your pants down. No fancy fireballs needed, just a couple of well-placed mage hands to make you totally useless. And you’d enjoy it.”

Gale’s hips canted upwards involuntarily.

“Perhaps they wouldn’t have stopped at duels. Perhaps they would taunt you throughout your classes. You’d spend the day desperately hiding your erection from the professors. They would make bets with each other about who could make you moan during a lecture.”

Another whimper.

“It’s lucky that you made it through your studies with your dignity intact. But that doesn’t make you safe, does it? Gale of Waterdeep, the very picture of ambition. The more power you amass, the more devastating it will be when your shameful secret is discovered. And it will be discovered—by someone less scrupulous than yours truly. What will happen, when the famous mage is revealed to be a deviant? Perhaps they’ll write a newspaper article about it, and all of Waterdeep will know your perversion.”

He bent to whisper in Gale’s ear.

“And you’ll be in your tower, mindlessly jacking off into the paper.”

Gale moaned. He pulled at his restraints, bucking his hips into nothing, desperately searching for friction that wasn’t there. Pre-cum leaked from his now-throbbing cock. 

Astarion smirked at him. “Too easy.” He swiped the pre-cum off with a single finger and offered it to Gale, who licked it clean before taking it into his mouth to suck on greedily.

“You’re adorable like this, pet,” he said, adding another finger to Gale’s mouth. The mage whined. “But so needy.” 

He sighed, withdrawing his fingers, now slick with saliva. “I suppose I have to take care of you now, since I got you all worked up.” He reached down towards Gale’s dick, but did not take hold, hovering just above the tip instead. “Or, I could just leave you here with your weeping cock on display, for one of our other companions to find.”

Gale whined again, thrusting his hips towards Astarion’s fingers, which moved away before he could make contact. Astarion chuckled. “Relax! I’m not that cruel. However, I do need you to move.”

With one quick swipe of a dagger in his unsoiled hand, Astarion cut the rope that had been keeping the chain short. It extended to its full length, catching Gale, who had been pulling on it, off guard. The wizard tipped over, hitting the ground with his face. The fall left his ass in the air.

“Here we are,” Astarion said matter-of-factly. He grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, spreading them apart to tease the outside of Gale’s hole with a saliva-covered finger. The mage moaned obscenely.

“Have you ever been in this position before, Gale?” the vampire asked as he worked. 

“No,” Gale got out, squirming beneath Astarion’s ministrations.

“Have you thought about being in this position before?” Astarion started to insert his finger. Gale made a choked sound.

“Yes.”

“Fantasized about it?” He wriggled his finger in further. 

“Yes,” Gale repeated, bucking his hips back to try and get more of Astarion inside him.

“Did you come, thinking about being taken from behind?” Astarion’s finger was now entirely inside Gale, looking for a certain sensitive spot.

“Ye-es!” The last part of the word came out as a yell. Astarion had found the spot he was looking for.

“Careful, darling,” Astarion said as he stroked it, eliciting more desperate moans. “If you’re too loud, our friends might come running and see you like this. And you wouldn’t want that, now, would you?” Gale keened at the thought, but it turned into a hiss as Astarion inserted a second finger.

The vampire worked his second finger all the way in, then stopped moving entirely.

“A… Astarion?” Gale asked, wagging his butt a little to feel Astarion’s digits move inside him.

“Well I was going to demand that you beg me to finish you, but you’ve just given me a better idea.”

With his free hand, Astarion made quick work of the manacles. Gale braced his newly-freed forearms on the ground, finally able to pick his face off the floor.

He felt a couple of pats on the butt and looked back at Astarion. Apparently that was the vampire’s way of getting his attention. “You’re going to fuck yourself on my fingers,” he proclaimed.

“Wh… what?”

“I’m going to keep my fingers right where they are. You know now where they have to hit to make you feel good. If you want to come, you will rut yourself onto them.”

“But… how…?”

“You’re a smart boy. You’ll figure it out.”

He moved his hips slowly, trying to find an angle that would press Astarion’s fingertips up against that spot that made him go wild. Soon enough, he found the angle that worked. He gasped as he felt the surge of pleasure that came with it.

“Now, fuck,” Astarion commanded.

So he did.

Gale of Waterdeep, head almost on the floor, ass raised, skewered himself repeatedly onto another man’s fingers. His balls bounced against him as he moved. His cock quivered and leaked precum. He grunted from the effort and moaned from the pleasure. It was the most humiliating thing he had ever done, and also the hottest.

“Astarion…” he said between thrusts, “I’m… getting… close…”

“Wonderful,” the vampire said indulgently. Then, raising his voice: “Everyone!” he called out. “Come quick! I’ve found Gale, and he needs help!”

“No…” Gale gasped, horrified. There was a logical part of him that knew he needed to get himself together, but the rest of him, consumed by lust, refused to stop rutting. “Don’t…!”

The threat of his companions finding him like this sent him over the edge. He came in spurts, rocking himself through the aftershocks on Astarion’s fingers. When the pleasure finally dissipated and the rational part of him retook the wheel, he pulled himself off Astarion and hurried as far away from his own mess as possible, facing away from the prison bars to at least spare his companions the sight of his junk. 

“Are you mad?!” he asked Astarion, “Or do you just enjoy tormenting me so much that you’d subject our friends to surprise debauchery?”

“Well, I do enjoy tormenting you,” Astarion said with a grin, “And I’m pretty sure you enjoy it too…” He glanced meaningfully at the mess on the ground. “…But no, I wouldn’t do that to them.”

“But you just-”

“Called them, yes. And do you hear them coming?”

A pause. Gale realized he heard nothing.

“We wiped out the whole fortress while you were having your little beauty rest. I had found you earlier in the day and knew about your…” He looked Gale up and down. “…Current condition, so I waited until they were back at camp before mounting my rescue mission.”

He produced a spare set of clothes from his pack and tossed them to Gale. “You’re welcome.”

Notes:

Cover art by suwisuwii.bsky.social