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You know I said it in a prayer like a war cry

WHO: KREM and basically THE ENTIRETY OF SKYHOLD
WHAT: Krem is coming back from his private mission in Antiva and fulfilling some promises.
WHEN: 18 Wintermarch and onward
WHERE: Various places about Skyhold
NOTES: Attractive shirtless men?

He was stiff, sore, not exactly moving well, but when he finally mounted the stone bridge leading into Skyhold, damned if the smile on Krem's face wasn't as brilliant as the glare of sunlight on the snow. It was damned good to be home. He'd held up a hand when one of the front gate guards offered to run inside and inform the Iron Bull of his return, letting them know that he would be seeing Bull himself, as well as most anyone else that needed to know he was home.

As soon as all was said and done and the appropriate parties warned (Except for Cullen, Cullen could be just as surprised as everyone else) the toys would be collected, loaded en mass into the catapult, and seconds later, there would be stuffed toy nugs in a large variety of different fabrics hitting the ground with squeaks bordering on deafening in volume from the sheer amount of them. There would be enough for every child in the hold, plus a good portion of the adults that might come along and pick them up.

-Training Ring-

It was time for drills now. He had the ring to himself, most people were off and occupied elsewhere, and someone had set up a practice dummy at the edge of the ring that would make the perfect partner for a bout of shadow boxing.

Anyone that had ever witnessed Krem's drills before knew that sound: the maul swinging through the air fast enough for it to be faintly whistling, occasionally thudding down into the dirt. But if they approached, they'd immediately notice a difference. Where was Krem's armor?

Bracers on, boots grinding into the dirt, gauntlets on, but other than a pair of comfortable breeches, Krem wasn't actually wearing his armor. In the late afternoon light, the muscles of his arms, back, shoulders, and chest were gleaming faintly with sweat. He'd been at this for a little bit now, and it had warmed up just enough that he actually could break into a sweat as he trained. He was still trying to get used to his center of gravity changing, and as such was moving more carefully than usual. It lent a sort of grace to his movements that wasn't usually present.

If anyone wanted to come and spar with him now, they would have to get his attention first. He's entirely focused on the mild ache of his muscles, and moving to compensate.

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"Does that include or exclude when you're using the bed?" Sam's trying his best not to let the smile on his face turn into a wide grin as he asks that, leaning back some against Krem as he ducked his head a bit closer to look at the Charger better. He's very aware that could earn him a punch in the arm, but it would be well earned regardless if that was Krem's only response.

Perhaps another day when there was noise he would have missed the comment with how quietly Krem says it, but with just the sounds of forges burning below the words come out quite clear. For a moment he doesn't say anything, rolling one particular word in his head and wondering about it, much like the last time it had been said. "What does that mean?" He asks, but doesn't press. So far he's figured it is a nickname or something similar that he's being referred to as.

Sam is right in his prediction, and the punch is just hard enough to ache but otherwise won't leave a mark. The question makes Krem's head fall forward, ears turn pink, but he clears his throat and straightens up, then reaches a hand over to curl his fingers almost shyly around the other's.

"Closest translation I can think of in common's uh. Beloved. Or something like that."

Edited (stupid phone and its picky not even amusing autocorrect ) 2016-02-18 01:19 (UTC)

While he does expect it, it has been some time since Krem's been around to do that so the pain is a bit sharper then he remembers. "Ow," he says lightly in the midst of laughing, pulling back a bit so he has room to rub at the sore spot.

Shoulders still shaking a bit with silent laughter at the reaction, Sam goes to say something else, but stops at the feel of Krem grabbing his own hand. Looking at the Charger, Sam's laughter is quick to die down at the way the other is now standing. It's hard to tell in the light but did Krem's ears look a tad darker?

Beloved.

It's Sam's turn to blush and for a moment all the mage can do is stare a bit wide-eyed at his boyfriend. Right? That's what they definitely were if Krem was calling him that? After a bit more silence Sam works on turning his hand over so that they're more holding hands.

"Or something like that," he repeats leaning over and lightly bumping his head against the side of Krem's affectionately.

Krem nudges right back at that, and he lets his hand rest in Sam's, the corner of his mouth twitching up at the mage's larger hand around his darker one.

So close together, it's easy enough for him to turn and nudge his nose against Sam's cheek, letting out a gentle huff of a laugh as he wrinkles it. "You need to shave."

At being told that Sam huffs in amused surprise before breaking out into a fit of soft laughter. Shoulders shaking with mirth, Sam turns his head so that their foreheads are pressed together instead. "If you say so... amatus," he says, testing out the word, a bit curious to see how Krem would react to hearing it said back to him.

Krem's head falls again and he can't help but laugh, himself. It sounds ridiculous coming from Sam, but he'll take it in stride.

"You really haven't got the right accent for Tevene," he points out, then cants his head just enough to be able to press his lips to Sam's. It's mostly chaste, but it lingers when Krem starts to pull back. "Might have to teach you later."

Sam pouts playfully at being told that. "I suppose I don't-" he starts to say, but he quickly trails off when Krem leans up to kiss him. It's simple and short, but nonetheless pleasant judging by the wide grin returning to Sam's face.

He might have leaned in to give Krem one, but stops short, instead blinking at the suggestion. "You're going to teach me Tevene?" He's a bit skeptical on that, but also a bit eager.

"I could. Imagine how many nationals it would offend to hear it coming from some uncultured Southern mage." He chuckles some at that, clearly not serious. He leans up to offer another kiss, quicker and lighter this time around, then nods toward the partitioned area that was Sam's bedroom. "Come on, I wanted to show you something. And it's getting warm."

Uncultured Southern mage. That has Sam raising a brow, but by the smile it is clear that he gets that Krem is only playing and making fun of what the higher ups in Tevinter probably do say about the south. "Oh, well, then you certainly should teach me then."

At the offered kiss Sam eagerly accepts, a bit giddy at the amount of kisses Krem has been giving him. It's curbed slightly when Krem motions towards his bed and mentioning that he had something. It was getting... warm? It probably being the thing Krem wanted to show him. "What is it?" he asks, following behind Krem as they go.

Once they're out of sight and settled in, Krem waits for Sam to have a seat before starting to work at the buckles of his armor, dropping pieces to one side until he was down to his undershirt. It's less bulky than usual, as he was no longer wearing the leather binder underneath everything else. He presses his lips together, pulling the lower one in between his teeth briefly, before he finally reaches back to seize the back of the shirt and peel it off over his head.

So here he is half-naked, looking more than a little apprehensive but keeping his arms down. The scars are there, but they're barely visible after having taken the time to see Adelaide beforehand. He'd had a gift for her that he hadn't wanted to melt, anyway, so visiting her first just made sense.

At first Sam doesn't give it a second thought when Krem starts taking off his armor, chalking it up to the warmth of the room for the man wanting to get out of them. It's when it's clear that Krem isn't planning on stopping at his undershirt that Sam starts to fidget, eyes darting around as he's not sure if he's supposed to be turning around like all the times in Emprise. At the look Krem is giving him though and the way he bites his lips, it dawns on the mage that this was probably something else that Krem was going to trust him with.

When the shirt is gone though Sam doesn't look right away, eyes staying focused on Krem's face, though eventually he does look. At first it's just a slow sweep over the expanse of skin, eyes narrowing in curiosity when he notices the barest of lines on either side of Krem's chest, and while he hadn't planned on staring, he cannot help but do just that as he tries to figure this-

"You don't have to wear the binder," he says all of a sudden, eyes widening a bit and looking up at Krem's face. "That's why you-" Went north, he finishes in his head.

Krem wants to make Sam stop staring. Then he wants to encourage him to look, now that there wasn't anything to avert his eyes from. There was no more reason to worry, but...he can't blame Sam for Worrying to begin with. Up until now, that was really all the other man could do. Now though, it isn't necessary.

"And you don't have to worry about if I'm sleeping in it," he adds with a crooked, rather unsure smile.

He cannot help but give an amused huff at the joke, looking down and shaking his head at it. "I suppose I don't," he says in agreement, looking back up with an equally unsure smile on his face. What was he supposed to say or even do?

"This is why you went north after Emprise? This is why you sounded tired and uncomfortable when we talked when you were coming back?" He still glances though mostly keeping his eyes on Krem's face, not sure how big of a deal he's supposed to be making out of this. "... how does it feel?"

"It's...I don't know. My balance is a little bit off for training exercises but that's easy enough to compensate for." Krem shrugs, though the motion does cause him a small bit of discomfort. He might have been to see a healer, but it's a deep muscular ache that'll stay with him for a while yet. Sam's lack of reaction besides the questions is actually rather comforting. This isn't a huge thing even though it was at first.

"I didn't want it to cause anyone some kind of issue so I kept it to myself. The most it'll do now is slow me down for about a month until I'm completely healed. I'll need more food, mostly red meats, Lady Adelaide said. Easy enough. So...yeah. Now I'll be able to actually walk around without a shirt and not be stared at for it."

If there's one thing he's learned being with Krem it's not to make a big deal during times like this. It was best to take it slow and calmly, let the man settle into things and set the pace, and not feel like he was being crowded or pushed.

Sam hums lightly at the mention of balance as well as hearing about the healing period - if Adelaide said it would take that long then it would, regardless of healing. He smiles lightly, noting the interest Krem has in walking around without a shirt since that has probably been something he's wanted to do for a while. Course when he says that no was going to stare Sam cannot help but grin widely at that.

"Ah... I still think you're going to be getting a lot of stares, Krem. You're... kind of hard not to look at." Like seriously, it was honestly a bit hard not to look since he was standing right in front of him. "You're very attractive..."

Krem snorts. Of course Sam would say something like that completely earnestly and both mean it and sound like a shy child. He reaches out and drags his fingers back through Sam's hair, then withdraws only to take a seat at his side, his hands resting on either side of him.There are things he wants to do, things he discussed with Sam, teased him with or mentioned in passing, but now that he's here, he can't bring himself to do anything but lean his shoulder against Sam's arm, feeling a bit awkward and more than a little frustrated with himself.

"You really do think that, don't you?" he says quietly, looking down at his feet with his brow furrowed some. He was sort of used to compliments, but they all seemed rather token, or occasionally patronizing. But not when they came from Sam. They were rare coming from him, when it came to his physical appearance, and Krem doesn't know how to feel about it. Flattered, yes, but this is one of those instances that his emotions are conflicting with the baser parts of him. The parts that want to hold Sam down and do obscene things to his face, and maybe the rest of him if he had the chance.

It's still new to actually see Krem without any sort of covering, armor or cloth likewise, but the weight against his arm is the same. It's still the same person sitting next to him. At the question Sam glances down before sliding his hand over to lightly wrap over the top of Krem's. The same hands that would easily punch him in the arm, sew squeaking nugs or run fingers through his hair.

"I really do," he says back just as quietly, turning just slightly so that it was easier for him to lean forward and set his head against the side Krem's again. For a moment Sam is quiet, but eventually a small smirk pulls at his lips and he turns his head so he's facing Krem's ear better. Which is when he recites that one line in a mimicking tone that Krem used numerous times on him that had him taking a moment for himself. Complete with breathy little moan.

The color in Krem's face brightens substantially at that, and his hand tightens down on the edge of Sam's bed briefly.

"Damned unfair," he murmurs, in spite of knowing that it's payback for pulling the same things on Sam over the sending crystals. His free hand comes up and shoves gently on Sam's face, though after that, and a moment of thought, the hand in Sam's slips away and eases over his leg, fingers resting near the inseam of his trousers. He was still having a hard time believing that Sam had said that, or done that. The other man is stupidly handsome, not that Krem would actively admit it, at least not to his face.

The smirk broadens on his face at seeing Krem blush and hearing the soft murmur. He supposes it was a bit unfair, but considering the number of times Krem had done it on him? Payback was rather sweet, but in this case rather attractive.

He's not quite expecting the hand in his face after that though, which makes Sam snort in amusement and brings his own free hand up to help block it. At feeling Krem's other hand slip away Sam immediately brings up his own, expecting for Krem to go after his face with it as well. Course with thinking that he is certainly not expecting the slide across his leg and fingers brushing along the inside of his thigh.

It certainly has the mage blushing as well and a small shudder going through his body. The smirk is gone, but he's still smiling, head tilting ever so slightly as he gazes at the other curiously.

With Sam looking at him like that it's all he can do not to headbutt him out of sheer fluster. He actually does, but it's gently, tilting the man's head up just enough to push his lips up against Sam's, rougher and slightly more insistent than usual. His tongue flicks out briefly, just testing, teasing, before he pulls back and eases his hands up the front of Sam's shirt, just as a suggestion. He shouldn't be the only one shirtless here, after all.

The kiss is very different from any other time, which is a bit surprising but no less pleasant. He is eager to press back just as eagerly, though the press of a tongue as him moaning softly, having not expected it. When the kiss ends and Krem starts to pull back, Sam chases, slowly leaning forward for perhaps another, but stops, eyes looking down to where a pair of hands have found their way into his shirt.

Taking the hint he brings his hands down, fingers lightly running over Krem's wrists for a moment before grabbing the bottom of his shirt. Since Krem wants it off he's a bit eager to get out of it, but still manages to go slowly, letting out a slow exhale once he's gotten it over his head and dropped onto the bed next to him.

As soon as Sam's shirt has come off Krem lets him go ahead with the kiss again, pushing himself up to sit fully on the bed in front of him. He licks his lips when he pulls back again, that easy smirk back on his face. A great cover for the creeping nerves, if you don't look at the way his eyes flick away every now and then.

"You know, you've got an excellent face," he says thoughtfully, reaching up and smooshing Sam's cheeks a bit with his hands.

This close it isn't that hard to notice the way Krem has to keep looking away, which has Sam's brows narrowing in slight worry. Course before he can say or do anything, Krem is holding his face, pushing his cheeks together.

For a moment all Sam can do is blink at the action, feeling his lips pucker oddly from it. His lips purse for a moment before he breaks out in laughter, bringing up his hands to grab onto Krem's, pulling them away just a bit so that he can talk properly. "I'm so glad that you approve of it. It's the only one I've got. Though I still need to shave, right?"

Sam holding his hands out away from his face prompts Krem to shuffle forward, sticking a foot in between the two of them and pushing Sam back with it. He was more limber than he looked, when he wanted to be.

"You do, but I think I can live with carpet burn for a little while," he murmurs and pushes forward, sitting up on his knees straddling Sam's lap, though his leg hangs off the side of the bed as he does so. "But I mean it, Sam. I don't know how often you hear it, but I'll just tell you anyway that you're...well, ridiculously attractive, yourself. You deserve to know."

The foot being pressed into his chest has Sam blinking, and then his eyes going wide as he's pushed back and down into the mattress. He certainly wasn't expect Krem to do that, and how did he do that with his leg? Course that is quickly pushed to the back of his mind when his lap is suddenly full of mercenary.

Sam quickly finds himself flushing what with finding himself practically pinned to the bed and having Krem telling him he's attractive. Course the bit about 'carpet burn' has the corner of his lips curling upwards in amusement.

Actually he has heard it several times thanks to a certain elf, but actually hearing Krem say that? Well he might be a bit more than happy to hear it, which has him smiling a bit wider. "That actually means a lot. Er... thank you?" Were you supposed to thank someone for something like that? Well too late now.

He's still holding onto Krem's wrists in this position, and being unsure on where to put his hands, Sam just allows his fingers to rub lightly over the skin in his grasp.

You know I said it in a prayer like a war cry

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