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This was a problem.
A batch of Absolutists had captured Astarion and Gale while they were out gathering some supplies. Still nowhere near Baldur's Gate, they had gone a bit too close to the area where there used to be a Goblin Camp. The wizard was sure that they wouldn't be around, that maybe they could use the leftovers of the camp.
And apparently. So did the cult.
Normally, they were both quite capable of taking care of themselves. They were more alert. However, there was something in the air, they both missed the signs. One would think they could take their foes out easily but they had the upper hand and the man power. Fifteen of them versus the two of them.
Their new camp was just a small cave. It smelled of something rotten and blood. The holding cells they were in weren't even cells. Just the end of the cave with a couple of barrels in front of it. It was truly a sad hostage set up and it was sad how they were easily caught.
Of the fifteen Absolutists, there were now five of them that stayed. Most of the others left to do other things or look for whatever they needed for their masters. Their guard had even left outside to talk shop with some of the others.
Astarion's hands were bound as normal, hands behind his back. Uncomfortable but nothing he couldn't get out of. In fact, it was already starting to loosen.
But Gale in the other hand—
They had tied his hands behind his back, but then one of them had remembered that he was a wizard. Frightened he'd use a spell, they made a type of muzzle for him. Something attached to it slid in his mouth and his teeth clenched around it. Unable to take it off himself, the wizard looked—
Well. On his knees he looked pleasant.
Gale breathed hard through his nose, glancing at the vampire spawn with an annoyed look in his eyes.
Astarion's tadpole stirs.
'Hurry up.' The wizard thinks, his brows furrowed.
"Oh but darling, I could get used to this. It's so quiet and you look so sweet in your muzzle."
His cheeks redden but Gale does not let down his temperament. He is not pleased.
"I think I could keep it. You do have a knack for putting things in your mouth, love."
'Astarion! We are kidnapped! We need to move! Stop thinking about our evenings together.'
"No." The vampire spawn says, just as he finally slips from his bonds. "I'll think and tell you all I want." Red eyes take in his kneeling form as Astarion stands, moving forward.
He taps his foot against Gale's legs and they apart like a book being open. He settles between them, leaning over his chest as he takes a dagger they did not take from him to cut his wrists free. "I quite like it. You look so pretty, my wizard."
Gale huffs again but Astarion recognizes that one. He doesn't have to look to know Gale's eyes are hungry. He doesn't have to see how he shifts his pelvis away from him not to cause anymore friction.
He adds a small kiss on his cheekbone, and pulls back, his hands finally moving to unwrap the crude string they used. And slowly, he pulls it from him. Gale's mouth stays open, his tongue even goes after the muzzle, almost as if he missed it himself.
Gale coughs, his lips wet with spit. His voice is hoarse. "Thank you."
"You're welcome darling."
"Keep it. I'll. . . see if I can make it better."
"Good boy. Now. Would you like to get the fuck out of here?"
"With pleasure."