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Bull didn't linger too long at fight club after Dorian left. He was bruised but it was hardly anything more than he might have gotten from a training session. He let himself into their new house. There was still unpacking - mostly Dorian's books - but It was starting to look settled in.

"Dorian?" he called as he nudged the door shut again, listening for movement in the house. Dorian's words had been shivering down his spine since their tussle: I have plans for you and that smart mouth of yours.

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"Somehow I doubt that. Even I was cute at some point in my life." Dorian had gotten to see him as a child, had been forced to spend a week with little Ashkaari in his life.

He closed his eye under Dorian's tender touches, aware of the bruise forming around his eye but he didn't mind. The eye was still there, so he'd consider it a victory. He tipped his head to kiss Dorian's wrist, to bite gently at the tender skin.

Maybe Dorian wouldn't keep any bruises from his night in the ring, but he did let Bull leave all manners of bites and bruises on him during sex, so he wasn't going to tell the mage his business.

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"Now you were," Dorian agreed. He gave Bull an odd smile.

"You were such a sweet little thing. It's always so strange to remember that you grew up from a relatively normal-sized baby."

He hoped Bull wouldn't find the comment offensive. Dorian had meant it well, but realized only after saying it that it might sound like he suspected Qunari children were somehow not really children at all.

"I suppose it's just as difficult for you to imagine the reverse, though. I was not a sociable child. That much is the truth."

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"No, I think I can imagine a young, hermited Dorian. Lost in all your books and far from whatever anyone expected you to be." He kissed Dorian's brow.

"I'm sure you were a cute infant... even if you did come out with that moustache." He grinned against Dorian's skin, glad that the mage was too close to hit him very hard.

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"Worryingly accurate." Dorian gave a laugh that could only be described as a guffaw. Bull had given him a very ridiculous picture. He could only imagine what his mother's reaction to such a comment would have been.

"I came out with no such thing! I know it may be hard to believe, but it's a novel development. I think I may have done it simply because my mother tried to forbid it."

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Bull laughed quietly and leaned close to kiss Dorian, right on his mouth, which was perfectly framed by his moustache.

"And you're inclined to do the forbidden," he rumbled fondly. "Grow facial hair that upsets your mother. Help a southern Inquisitor. Find a Qunari spy terribly attractive."