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The Bull was up on the wall surrounding Skyhold. There had been an influx of newcomers who were pledging themselves to the cause and the sounds and smells and everything was hitting his senses hard today. Too hard. He could feel them pushing all other thought away from his head, and all the control. He tries to find a quiet corner to deal with it.

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Krem, on the other hand, has been paying attention to the newcomers and he could feel the draw of the guide almost instantly. He smiles slightly to himself, that would be good, he knows both him and Bull need it. It isn't until everyone is in the great hall until he notices that Bull has been gone for a long time. Too long. He swallows and shakes his head, going looking for his boss.

A few minutes later he comes back into the hall, not hurrying but certainly in a rush. He comes up to the guide and taps him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, sir, can I have a word?"

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"And do you happen to know any of the other qualities of quamek other than the obvious trouble you're having?"

He will take a moment, now that Bull is settled on the bed, to retrieve some water from the basin provided in the room. He'll take a moment with his back turned to superheat and then cool it as he does with most water before providing the room temperature cup to Bull.

"Yes, well, you look Qunari, but I have a feeling you wouldn't call yourself that nowadays. Suffice to say, I am not."

"It depends on who you ask, most people don't even know there is a difference between Qunari, Vashoth and Tal Vashoth." He takes a breath. "Quamek is used to ... deal with people who become too much of an issue. It wipes out your memories and makes you a mindless slave. Saar-quamek is a poison. It's related to Quamek, causes madness." He takes the cup and sips it.

"I have built up some resistance to it."

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"I hear and see more than most people," is all he says in response to that before he settles in a chair across from Bull.

"It's a lucky thing, then, that you had enough time for your friend to come get me." A faint smile. "He doesn't like me much."

"Krem and I don't exactly have good experiences with guides. So we try to stay away from them." He takes a breath. "As I said, among Qunari, Sentinels are a small step above mages. Among Tevinter soldiers, it is not much better. I don't know all the details but... Let's just say we're both used to being seen as tools."

"I was in a similar situation before my father's unfortunate demise."

Someone had been at the summit when the whole thing had blown. It was one of the reasons Clark was here, after all, to work with the Inquisition. He didn't like having debts.

"Suffice to say I have no need of you, which I would think is more of a comfort than reassurances that I have no intention to do such a thing."

The Bull nods. It is. And he hopes that even if this guy decides he wants them or will turn them in or whatever else, that the Inquisition won't let him. He licks his lips and looks up at Clark.

"As long as you don't hurt Krem." Yeah, he is fiercely protective of the other Sentinel. Protectiveness is common among Sentinels and Bull got a bit more of it than most.

Suddenly there is the sound of a glass breaking downstairs and even though it is faint, Bull flinches. His senses are still a bit of a wreck and he doesn't really have a good grip on them yet. Instinctively he reaches out for Clark to pull him close, to settle into the comfort of a Guide.

"Why would I hurt either of you?" he points out as he leans over and starts running his hand up and down Bull's back in a soothing, almost hypnotic motion. He heard the glass too.

"If I caused harm to everyone who didn't like me, I'd have killed half of the people here."

"As I said, we don't have good experiences." Bull's breathing slows and he leans against Clark as his eyes slide shut. "He needs a guide, but what he needs more than that is his freedom and being treated like a real person." Bull isn't just talking about Krem. And he isn't sure Clark is willing to provide that. He is a noble after all.

"Thank you." He finally adds. This could have ended badly, had the guide not been there.

"Yes, but I can't undo those," he points out with a low chuckle. "All I can tell you is how I feel, act as I choose to act, and let you figure the rest out on your own."

His touch drifts up along the back of Bull's neck, light under the curve of his skull.

"And if that's the case, we may be able to work out something of an arrangement for the two of you. I have means at my disposal which others certainly don't which would allow for freedom and autonomy while still allowing for my services."

Bull blinks and looks up at him. Trying to figure out just exactly what he means by that. It is odd hearing a guide talking about it as a service they offer. Not that Bull dislikes that by any means, it is just different.

"And in return?" Nothing is ever free after all

"I would have priority in hiring you for tasks. Paid tasks, of course, as a mercenary company."

He spreads his hands.

"And of course the knowledge that you'd never take an assignment directly against me. I'd truly hate to kill you both."

He holds up a hand.

"And if you're unaware of my dealings in a matter, I would of course not hold you responsible should you be hired to interfere with something."

"There is a slight problem there. The Inquisition has priority right now. We are already signed on for them. But if you are alright with being second in line after them that is something I can work with. I'll talk it over with Krem of course." He licks his lips.

"Are you staying with the Inquisition long?"

"Given that I'll be working with the Inquisition for the moment, I doubt there should be any real conflict," he says with a spread of his hands. "After all, if my time is primarily taken up with the Inquisitions work, I should think yours would be as well."

"Well, the time that isn't taken up with a good round in a tavern." Bull smiles slightly and looks up at Clark. He reaches out so his hand is travelling over Clark's side. He wants to touch this guide, he's always been a tactile guy and this feels so good."

Clark doesn't look troubled by the touch, none of the physicality, really. Instead-

"Do you need skin contact?"

Bull nods. "It helps. It makes it easier to ground myself." To anyone, but especially to guides. He licks his lips and then reaches up to start undoing the other's shirt. "Besides you're a good looking guy"

The smirk he gives has not an ounce of shame or humility. Instead, he starts on another section of his clothes, tugging them off as soon as he can.

"I'm gorgeous. It's one of my better qualities."

He tilts his head towards Bull.

"If you need something, you should say something from now on."

Bull laughed. "And humility isn't." He nods at the order. "Yes, Boss." Then he leans in to kiss Clark's stomach. He wraps his arms around him and pulls him back towards the bed, aiming to roll on top of him if he gets him down there.

"I don't see in the point in it so I've never invested much in it," is his answer to that, and he looks pleased at the affirmative.

But when Bull rolls him, he goes as easily as if he weighed almost nothing. Wherever Bull decides to put him, so shall he go. He won't look uncomfortable with Bull on top of him either.

Bull doesn't put any pressure on him, the Qunari has been with enough smaller lovers to know to be careful now. Instead, he leans down to kiss Clark properly. He makes sure to pin him down though, a light playful growl in his voice. "You sure you can handle a qunari?"

Clark looks up at him, utterly unworried and definitely unafraid. On hand strokes up and down his arm, prompting him to relax. He doesn't need to support himself. Really, he knows what he can handle.

"You should be far more concerned about whether you can handle me."

Bull laughs at that. A warm fond laugh. "I like a challenge." He leans down, letting Clark feel some of his weight but not overwhelming him as he kisses him again, his free hand moving down to work on the other's pants. "Tell me what you're into, guide." half a question half a command.

There's a blur of movement and speed which ends with Clark on top of Bull, smirking down at him. He's naked at this point, entirely, his clothing folded neatly on the chair near the bed. And while one hand is centred on Bull's chest, the other is starting to undo his pants.

"I like it when my partner understands what I want. And that I intend to get it."

His hand smooths between Bull's legs, almost a stroke but not quite.

Moan groans and presses up against the hand. Even among Qunari there aren't many that can manhandle him like that And he likes it. He squirms so the pants slide further down. "Sounds like me." He raises his hand and lets his nails trail down over Clark's back. "What about a little roughness?"

"How rough can you take it?" he asks with a tilt of his head. Because, as is intimated by the curl of his lip, it's not a concern for him.

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