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The Warden and the Assassin

... late birthday gift/early christmas gift for @dumdumdrawstumtums featuring his DA warden, an elf mage named Quinton

Just a quick little idea I wanted to get done, where Quinton and his love, Zevran, go on a little date to the Denerim marketplace... though not quite as you’d expect (or maybe exactly--)

Please enjoy and sorry if it seems rushed;;;;;

It was a sunny day in the bustling marketplace of Denerim. People wandering around, stall vendors beckoning to the passers-by, telling them about their low prices and amazing quality.

“My, it’s a lovely day today, no?” Zevran, the charming elven assassin asked his dear warden partner, Quinton. The assassin was wearing a loose, blouse like shirt. And though he was eager to hear his beloved warden’s response, the elven mage said nothing.

Zevran chuckled and continued. “I think there's a few new imported goods stalls as well, would you like to go see them?” he asked his serious warden again. And once more, no response.

The assassin sighed, fairly happily, and smiled. “Oh? Giving me the silent treatment? Don't be like that, mi dulce. What will it take to get you to talk to me?”

“How about you LET ME OUT OF YOUR stomach!!” The grumpy elf shouted, kicking and punching around in his noisy confinement.

Zevran chuckled and winced as Quinton put up his fight. His belly jostled and sloshed side to side with the struggles, but it wasn't anything the assassin couldn't handle… nor was it anything he wasn't use to. “Now now, wouldn't that make a bad scene? The acclaimed grey warden of Ferelden, suddenly being spit out from the mouth of the dashing elf, moi?” he said, giving the top of his belly a gentle pat. “And I don't think we need to draw attention to ourselves on our date, no? At least no more than I already attract with my amazing visage.”

Quinton sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Zevran was right, and he hated to admit that. “Why did you even have to eat me in the first place?!” the mage asked angrily, giving the stomach wall above him a decent punch in annoyance. Not that mages were known for their physical prowess.

Zevran chuckled at the small bump, stifling a small burp with his hand. “Why? You were playing hard to get, mi dulce, and I found it so… irresistible.” the assassin answered, patting the side of his exposed belly. “You kept refusing my offers, so I had no choice.”

Quinton groaned and slumped his head forward in defeat. He couldn't get his way with this ruthless elf, but it wasn't like he overly minded anyway… at least not too too much. The warden could feel the stomach around them gently bouncing and rocking back and forth, which meant that Zevran was back on the move

The charming elf smiled his dashing smile as he saw some people looking at him and his large belly. Such a beautiful elf in such a lovely outfit, sporting such a large gut on his otherwise perfectly lean and toned figure was quite the sight. But Zevran didn't seem to care much about the gazes of the onlookers, he was simply too happy with himself at the moment.

Quinton wondered where his beloved was going to stop first, but suddenly he felt his whole world shift, and it was like he was… hanging? Zevran was leaning on a stall counter in such a way that his belly was hanging down.

The assassin smiled at the squirming sensation in his gut as he spoke to the vendor. “My my, what delectable looking goods we have here!” the elf said, looking at the variety of foods before him. “Might I ask if I can have a free sample or two before I make my purchases?”

The mage struggled to hear the conversation, he could hear Zevran asking about… purchasing something. It was hard to hear the muffled voice of the vendor through Zevran’s stomach and all the noises the assassin’s belly was making. Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, it didn’t take long for Quinton to realize what they were discussing, as bits of food started tumbling in on top of the mage.

Zevran happily ate the free samples he was given, even though they weren’t much, they were still quite delectable. The assassin smirked as he felt his dear warden in his belly kicking up a fuss as he gulped down more and more food, licking his fingers after he ate the last one. “Ahh, my goodness, that was -URP- Oh, pardon moi!” The charming elf chuckled, giving his large, round gut a couple pats. “Seems like something didn’t quite… agree in my stomach.” Zevran said, jokingly, “But I think you’ve got yourself a customer today.”

The warden sighed angrily, arms crossed as tight as they could be as bits and pieces of more food tumbled in on top of him. He was starting to lose room in the already large belly as Zevran happily munched away on the goodies he bought.

Zevran sighed, “Ahhh, these Orlesian treats are delectable, do you not agree?” he asked as he blissfully popped another into his mouth. “Mmmm, soft and sweet on the inside, just like you, mi dulce~” the elf teased, giving his belly a firm pat, smiling at Quinton’s annoyed punch in retaliation.

The assassin was having too much fun to notice that his gut was starting to get heavier, not to mention more cramped for the warden. The noises from his stomach becoming more ample as it had to digest the food he was eating, which only proved to bug Quinton further.

Finally polishing off the last of his treats, the blonde elf gulped the last mouthful down and sighed happily. He hadn't really been paying attention to most of the stalls he had walked past in those few minutes, but now he found himself before a fancy clothing stall. “Oh, mi dulce, weren't you talking about needing a new set of robes?” Zevran asked as he stepped towards the vendor.

Quinton couldn't quite hear what he had just said. Did he say something about robes? But before he could ask him what he had said, he found himself being squished as the walls of the stomach around him started closing around him.

Zevran was somewhat trying to suck in his large gut as he was trying on some fancy noble wear. The buttons were proving the most difficult, as he tried to pull the fabric over his big belly to no success. Although he didn't seem to mind, as the struggling from inside his stomach was more than satisfying.

“Unfortunately I think I'll have to pass on this beautiful outfit.” Zevran said, not at all disguising his pleased smirk. “Perhaps I'll rethink it after I've, how do you say, lost some weight?” the dashing elf gave his gut a couple playful smacks before taking off the shirt and returning it to the proprietor. “But I will take this robe.” he said, picking up a nice looking robe, perfect for a mage. He held the outfit to his large belly as it slorshed and gurgled. “I think it'll definitely look good on someone~”

The vendor looked confused at Zevran, laughing a little bit at the odd act and comment the elf made, but a sale was a sale. The assassin thanked them as he went back on his date. The robes would make a good present for his dear, sweet warden love, perhaps even enough to help the grumpy elf forgive Zevran’s playful actions. And of course, it will be especially useful to replace the one that Quinton was currently wearing in the assassin’s gut.

Their next stop on their date was none other than the pub, for what is a date without dinner too? Zevran proudly sauntered into the establishment, his large belly leading the way. He could tell that people were looking at him and his oddly big gut, but he enjoyed it even still. He made his way up to the counter, leaning against it as he flashed the proprietor a charming smile. “Excuse me, my good sir,” He began, “I’d like to purchase a room for the night, as well as a nice dinner.” And before the man behind the counter could reply, Zevran dropped a small bag filled with sovereigns in front of him. The man didn’t question him at all, happily taking the gold and telling the charming assassin to take a seat, but not before passing him a key to his room for the night.

Zevran rubbed his belly with one of his hands as he walked to a table, chuckling as he thought about the idea of paying back his royal friend for the money he ‘borrowed’. Zevran sat at the table and moved himself right up to the table, his belly pushing against it, squashing the poor warden within as the assassin winced at the sensation. After a moment of angry squirms and muffled shouts, the assassin moved his seat backwards and freed his gut from the table.

Quinton angrily adjusted himself in the assassin’s stomach, grumbling to himself as he got comfortable. “Where even is he now?” The warden asked himself, trying to listen through Zevran’s gut and past the gurgles and glorps to hear what was going on. He could only hear a muffled conversation, which had just been struck up, between Zevran and someone else. “What is he doing…?” Quinton wondered, but his question was soon answered.

Zevran leaned back in his seat as he chugged his mug of alcohol. He took large gulps, his adam's apple bobbing up and down with each one. His drink was finished in no time, and the elf sighed happily, slamming his mug back down on the table before reaching for a plate of grub that was brought by one of the staff at the inn. Quinton was currently not appreciating his shower of mead and food, and his attempts to tell his lover otherwise were ignored. The elf was enjoying his meal far too much, not even noticing how his belly was growing even more as he cleared dish after dish and mug after mug.

Downing the last mug of liquor, Zevran placed it down on the table and leaned back, rubbing his hands all over his large and gurgling belly. He could feel his gut shake and jostle with each rumble and sound it made, and he could feel one large rumble in particular which was only growing. The elf gripped the sides of his gratuitous gut, like he was bracing himself for what was to come. The rumble worked its way up from his stomach and into his mouth, and without further ado Zevran released a loud and deep burp. Not only did it turn heads in the inn, but it caused the dishes on his table to clatter together, and even shook some of the nearby windows.

The elf’s lovely shirt was pushed completely up and over his large belly, free for all to see, and what a perfect sight it was. Zevran gave his exposed gut some hearty pats as he excused himself, smiling his dashing smile as he watched his belly softly move and sway from the trapped warden’s futile movements. He had eaten more than enough to feed a large family, and enough to make one wonder if he was a warden himself.

He slowly pulled his hands along the sides of his large, distended belly, feeling how tight and stretched his skin was as he tried to push his hand against it. He could barely feel the outline of his once perfect and flat abs on his now big, round gut. But he did not mind, for he would be back to his trim and fit self in no time.

But with that, he was done and slowly left his seat. Zevran stumbled and waddled his way to his room at the in, only stopping momentarily when his large, noisy belly got stuck in the doorframe. A loud glorp came from the big gut from the impact, and it bounced a little as Zevran pushed it and squeezed the sides of it as he fit himself through. Only didn’t take long, but it was definitely not Quinton’s most favourite experience as he was sloshed around in all the food and booze.

Finally completely in his expensive room, the charming elf waddled his way over to his luxurious bed and with an utterly pleased smile he tossed himself on to the bed. Zevran’s belly swayed and jostled from the sudden motion, and he watched the surface of his stretched stomach shift from Quinton’s annoyed movements. Punches occasionally appearing, in between the bumps made by the warden’s moving limbs. Zevran burped loudly from all the sudden movement his belly had to deal with.

The assassin sighed in pure bliss, patting his belly as it jutted out from his lean figure. “Ahh, mi dulce, this -hic- this date was tr-hic- truly amazing!” He cooed, interrupted by his hiccups. “You never -hic- disappoint, and -hic- I always leave feeling, h-hic- how you say… Full-filled?”

Zevran chuckled as he heard Quinton sighing, which was loud enough to be heard over all the grumbles and glorps from the round gut on the assassin’s middle. The elf could tell his beloved warden appreciated his joke. But the elf could feel the results of his over-indulging taking effect on him. Zevran yawned as he lay on his bed, feeling the wave of sudden tiredness washing over him. “But, mi dul-hic- dulce… I do believe it’s -hic- about time for some r-hic- rest…”

Quinton suddenly bolted into an upright position. “Wait, don’t fall asleep yet!” He shouted, punching and shoving the stomach walls around him. “Let me out first! LET ME OUT!” But it was for naught, as he only felt Zevran shove his belly in response. Suddenly, Quinton could feel himself being moved, and tipped over; Zevran was rolling on to his side. The warden was sloshes and jostled around with all the food as the elven assassin got comfortable, grumbling and squirming as he tried to get in a better position again.

Zevran smiled, hand resting on his belly as he savoured the motions within. “Hmmm… I don’t -hic- think so, mi dulce… -hic-” He responded, his eyes slowly fluttering closed as he drifted into relaxation, even through his drunken and stuffed hiccups. “As much as I know you’d -hic- love to be all over my be-hic- beauteous belly, I think I’m -hic- much too pleased with our current -hic- arrangement as is.”

The warden within sighed and hung his head in defeat. He could hear Zevran pat his stomach before telling him a muffled goodnight. The drunken elf didn’t take long to fall asleep, leaving an unhappy Quinton on his own with nothing but the noises from Zevran’s stomach to keep him company. But of course, Zevran was right, Quinton wouldn’t have minded giving his beloved some attention after that feasting… he probably wouldn’t have been able to help himself even. The warden hid his face in disgrace at the thought of this, and at the thought of Zevran knowing this fact quite well.

But eventually, the warden too drifted into the world of dreams, being lulled by the grumbles and glorps and burbles that surrounded him. Quinton’s last thoughts for the day were wondering what he was going to do about his poor robe and when or how he was going to replace it, but unbeknownst to him, that was a problem that was already solved by his playful tease of a lover.