Warning: Yaoi/boy-on-boy
Pairings: ZevranXmale!Grey Warden
Story: There are times when people just need a place to meet and talk and laugh. And with their traveling days over, where better for the diminished group to meet than the Warden Commander's cambers?
Disclaimer: Characters (c) Bioware
Elador (c) Me

A/N: So, yeah, first one of my Dragon Age stories! Goody... this is just gunna be a bunch of one-shots (maybe two-shots) that will get updated irregularly between my other stories! Enjoy~

The young elf lay on his bed, for the first time in years finding the large thing much too… empty. The brunette tilted his head to where his lover would normally lay: by his side. His heart was broken and so was, it seemed, his left pinky. Annoying when you wield dual weapons.

A light tap on his window sent the elf flying to his sword, which he had started to keep beside his bed ever since it had once again become much too large. He quietly inched towards the window, on edge.

"Oi! El! Let me in, it's cold out here! And wet!" Elador relaxed, laughing in relief as he opened the window and the good king Alistair rolled into the lavish room.

"Alistair, what are you doing here?" Elador giggled as he helped the man to his feet. Alistair just grinned and shrugged off the meager armor he had worn to see his friend. "And this is the third floor, how did you get up here?"

"I have my ways," Alistair laughed, taking a seat on the floor. Elador sighed, sitting across from him. After their travels together, the two found it easier to talk when they didn't have chairs in the way. Alistair glanced over to see Nathaniel sleeping in the small couch on the other side of the room. "Besides, what was I supposed to do when I heard my best friend was keeping another assassin in his room?"

Elador flinched slightly, but wouldn't let the unknown blow show. "Alright, alright, I'm too fucking trusting. But honestly, what are you doing here? Your guards are going to freak out when they notice you're gone!" He laughed, pushing Alistair slightly.

"Yeah, well-"

Alistair was cut off at the sound of the door opening. Both of the men breathed a sigh as a slightly-less-drunk than usual Oghren sauntered in, pulling a reluctant looking Anders inside with him before closing the door.

"K-King Alist-" Anders was cut off as Oghren nearly ran forward, tackling Elador and Alistair.

"By my ancestors, you two have too many sticks up your asses lately!" Oghren laughed. Elador laughed, hugging the dwarf back from his position on the ground as Alistair protested to the rough treatment. "King Alistair my arse! Two years ago you were sleeping on the ground with the rest of us!"

Alistair sighed, shrugging as he gave up his struggle. Oghren detangled himself from the other two, sitting beside them. "Oi! Mage-boy, get over here!"

Anders nervously sat down between Elador and Oghren. The young elf smiled happily, clapping Anders on the back softly. "So, has my room become the new campfire or something?" Elador laughed softly.

"Well, seeing as how most of us disappeared…" Alistair muttered sadly.

Elador chuckled softly. At Anders raised brow, he carefully began explaining. "Well, the group Alistair and I gathered broke up after the whole Archdemon thing. We haven't all gotten together in years."

"Morrigan disappeared, Leliana ran off, Sten went back to his people, Wynne… well, she disappeared too, and last time I checked, you were barely letting Zevran out of bed," Alistair laughed softly.

This time, Elador's flinch was more visible. Alistair stopped laughing and Oghren set down the ale that had appeared from nowhere. Anders seemed to pay more attention as Elador's eyes stuck to the ground. "El?" Alistair asked softly.

"Zev-" Elador's voice caught in his throat. "Zev left. He disappeared about a month ago. He left a note saying he went back to Antiva, that he was being targeted again… Damn it, he acts like I'm a delicate flower! I was the one who saved him from the Crows the first time, why can't he just trust me?"

Alistair sighed, sliding closer to the young elf and draping an arm over his shoulder. "Hey, two years ago he was trying to kill you. I would think this is an improvement!" the king laughed, rubbing his friends shoulder as Elador leaned on him.

The elf chuckled slightly, Oghren taking a swig of ale. "Always knew the Antivan was a whore…" the dwarf muttered.

"Hey!" Elador protested. "He may be a whore, but he's my whore! Once this whole darkspawn thing is settled, I'm going after him!"

"Alright, hold on a second." All eyes turned to Anders, who looked more than a bit confused. "Let me get this straight, you're depressed cause you're boyfriend left, commander?" Elador nodded slightly, smiling as Alistair held him a big tighter. "Okay, that I get. But did he actually try to kill you? And why are the Crows after him and not you?"

The three more experienced warriors glanced at each other before bursting out laughing. Once Elador got his laughter under control, he schooled his features into a kind smile.

"Sorry, Anders, I forgot you didn't know the story. Zevran, my lover, is an elf who traveled with us during the Blight. He even stood with me against the Archdemon. When we first met him, well, he was an assassin sent to kill me and Alistair. We defeated him, with astonishing ease considering the Crows reputation-"

"He was a Crow?" Anders only became more confused at this point. Elador nodded happily. Anders sighed. "Well, that would explain why you weren't more alarmed at Mister Grouchy, over there," nodding to Nathaniel.

"Yeah, I'm kind of desensitized about assassins thanks to mine. Well, Zevran asked to come along with us. He didn't want to be a Crow, and decided we would be the best protection against them. After… after all our time travelling together, Zev and me…"

"The flirting became much more than just flirting," Alistair said with a grimace.

Elador smiled fondly at the memory. Anders smirked slightly. "Good to know the Commander isn't an innocent virgin."

"Oh, I've probably done more in bed than you've ever dreamed of," Elador beamed. Anders flinched slightly. The elf giggled, reaching up a hand to fiddle with the gold earring that hung from his right lobe. It held a small ruby, and Elador seemed to sober up once touching it. "We started getting feelings for each other somewhere along the way. But we'd both gotten broken hearts before. We didn't want that to happen again. But… it happened!"

Oghren groaned. "Oh, they couldn't keep their hands off each other! Made getting out of camp… difficult."

Elador giggled as Alistair and Oghren shared a look. "After the Archdemon was slain, I kind of got knocked out. Zevran thought I was dead and pleaded with me, saying he loved me and begging me to not die. I still remember the look on his face when I opened my eyes and said I loved him too."

"I take it this all came to a screeching halt?" Anders muttered, looking a bit peeved at the loving image.

"The Crows were still after Zev. After a year, Zevran became… distant. And a few months later, I woke up to find him gone…" Alistair looped another arm around Elador as he buried his face into the king's clothed chest.

"Zevran's an idiot, we all agreed upon that when he tried to flirt with Morrigan," Alistair muttered, stroking the elf's brunette hair. "And then with Wynne. And Oghren. And anything that moved."

Oghren shuddered at the memory. "Damn Antivan," he muttered as he took another swig of ale.

Elador chuckled slightly, though his hold on Alistair tightened. "I just wish I had everyone to deal with this… I wish we were back in camp, with Leliana singing a song about clouds, Sten having a staring contest with Jeri, Morrigan trying to block all of us out, Wynne singing along with Leliana and Oghren, and… I just wish I knew where everyone was…"

"Well, you've got us now, Commander," Anders said with a soft smile. Elador looked up, smiling fondly at the mage. "And maybe even the assassin, once he decides not to kill us!"

"Not likely."

Four bodies jerked and looked to see Nathaniel rubbing his head as he sat up. He glared hatefully at Alistair and Elador, who had unhooked themselves. He got up from the couch, but didn't take a step further.

"Alright, you made me a bloody Warden. Now what, murderer?" the Howe hissed between clenched teeth.

"Oi! Don't you dare call him that!" Alistair growled, making to stand up only to have a soft hand land on his shoulder.

"El killed your father cause he was a corrupt nug-runner, kid," Oghren muttered, taking another swig of ale. He wasn't drunk enough to deal with a suicidal moron.

"My father did what he had to!" Nathaniel made to drawn his sword or dagger only to realize he didn't have them.

Elador calmly stood, taking a few steps towards the would-be assassin. "Nathaniel. Did you ever meet your father when he became like this?" he asked softly. After a few tense moments, Nathaniel reluctantly shook his head. Elador nodded. "I admire your spirit to defend him, he was your father. But I killed him to save my own family. He and Loghain had authorized a slave-ring in the Alienage. I almost didn't make it in time to save my father. I didn't make it in time to save my fiancé."

Nathaniel looked a bit taken aback, but was back to glaring at Elador in mere moments. "Loghain probably made him do it!" he managed to growl out.

Elador nodded. "In your own time, friend. But for now, we must put away personal grudges for the good of Ferelden and perhaps the world. Will you travel with me to help save the world?" The elf held out a small hand.

Nathaniel stared at the hand for a few moments that seemed to last years. "…For Ferelden," he hissed, taking the outstretched hand.

Elador smiled happily, before sitting beside Alistair once again and forcing Nathaniel to sit between him and Anders. After a moment the elf realized Alistair was staring at his left hand. "What?" he asked, laughing slightly.

The blond tilted his head slightly. "Is your pinky supposed to be bent at that angle?"