Welcome to the new fic, everyone! If you haven't read my other fics, that's ok. But this one is basically an exploration of a fantasy that Anders revealed to his lover in another fic of mine, "Strength of Mind." So if you want to just read the quick paragraph where he explains it, you can find it in Ch. 14 towards the bottom. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. The plans for this is that it will be moderately long, with daily updates (save horrible weekends like this coming one). The fantasy will take place towards the end, but there will be plenty of lulz and sexy times in between. Let me know if you enjoy!
"Do you want to pet the ki-ki-i-"
"Just sound it out."
"Kit-ty?"
"Excellent," Archer Hawke said with a smile. He was sitting in the library next to Fenris, and they were having their second reading lesson. Usually, the dark-haired warrior did his best to keep the elf out of his house, but Anders had been working late nights at his clinic lately, and he figured it wouldn't be a problem.
"This book is undermining my intelligence, Hawke," the lyrium-tattooed warrior said in his low rumble of a voice.
"We just have to start small before we can jump into something more challenging. You'll be reading Isabela's novels before you know it."
"I am already quite familiar with the content," Fenris admitted.
"Somehow I don't doubt that," Hawke replied. "Did she ever talk to you about when she slept with me?"
"Only to tell me that I was more skilled than you."
"Ouc-oh my sweet baby!" Hawke reached down from his seat to pet his furry friend who had just come trotting into the room. He picked up the tabby and set him into his lap. Mittens had grown up so much since he had been gifted to Anders. He was nearly old enough to be called a cat rather than a kitten.
"What happened to you hating that thing?" Fenris asked.
"I never hated Guard Captain Mittens, I just didn't like him at first. But whatever you do, don't tell Anders because I'm still pretending that I can't stand the little beast." He happily stroked the dark orange fur, causing the cat to begin purring and kneading into his leg.
"You needn't worry about me talking to that abomination."
"Hey, now. That's my abomination you're talking about," Hawke corrected.
"I'm nobody's abomination."
Hawke yelped as he heard Anders, and looked over to see the mage, scowling face and all, standing in the doorway. The warrior pushed the cat off of his lap and straightened himself up. "It's not what it looked like, I swear! I was just giving Fenris a blowjob!"
The mage rolled his eyes, ignoring his lover and looking over at the elf. "What are you doing here?"
"Getting a blowjob!"
"Archer, shut up," Anders insisted.
"I was reading a book. A very challenging read, and I was here asking Hawke for opinions on a certain passage."
"Uh-huh," the mage replied, looking over at the book on the desk. The colorful pictures were enough to give it away. "Well, let me know how you feel about the climactic ending where someone, indeed, pets the kitty." With that, he turned to exit the library.
"Don't worry about him, Fenris," Hawke said, closing the book on the table. "He's just jealous that you can read at all. He acts all smart, but his manifesto is really nothing but pictures and scribbles. I'll need to teach him to read too."
"Goodnight, Hawke," the elf said as he got up from his seat. He walked briskly out of the library and then out of the estate altogether.
Hawke sighed and got up as well. Then he looked down at his leg where a purring Mittens was rubbing against his heels. "You blew our cover so I'm breaking up with you. Find some other lap to sit on when Anders isn't home." The cat didn't seem to get the hint and continued to coat the man's trouser leg in short orange hairs. The warrior gently pushed him away and then walked out of the library to find his lover.
After desperately trying to avoid conversations with a servant elf and not one, but two dwarves, Hawke took the steps upstairs in twos and made his way to his bedroom. Once he entered the room, he noticed a fire had been freshly lit and that Anders had decided to shed all of his clothing onto the bedroom floor. As Hawke walked towards the washroom, he was pleased to see that a single sock had actually made it into the dirty clothes basket. Well, that's an improvement. He then walked into the bathroom and saw that Anders was now soaking in their large copper bath tub.
"You didn't even invite me?" the warrior asked.
Anders peered over at him and smiled weakly as he worked to scrub some blood off of his left forearm. "No, and I'm not about to extend an offer."
"Why not? I could be filthy for all you know, and it would be a waste of water not to include me."
"If you get in here with me, you'll just have your way with me and neither of us will even remember to wash ourselves," Anders replied.
"So you're saying you don't want to have sex with me? What, did I suddenly become unattractive?" The warrior rushed over to the mirror and gave his body and face a good scrutinizing. "Nope, still hot."
Anders smiled as he rinsed his hair. "You're gorgeous as ever, Love. I'm just really not up for it right now."
"Don't use the 'I have a headache' excuse because I know you can heal those away."
"Hand me a towel, please. And it's not that, I'm just utterly exhausted," the mage admitted. He stood up, took the towel that the other man handed to him and did his best to dry his upper half. As he went to step out of the bath, he slipped onto the tile and nearly crashed into the ground, but Hawke was there to grab him by the arm. "Shit! Sorry."
"This is so not fair," the warrior said as he held onto the startled, dripping mage. "I've got you standing right here, naked and beautiful, and you're too tired. Forget the plight of the mages; this is a grave injustice!"
Anders leaned in to kiss his lover gently and then pulled away in order to dry off the rest of his body. "I'm just having a difficult time balancing everything right now. I'm being pulled in every direction at once. When I'm not at the clinic, I'm writing the manifesto. When I'm not doing that, I'm dealing with the mage underground. When I'm not doing that, I'm running off on some mission with you. And then I still have my life with you to deal with."
"I wasn't aware that this was just something you were dealing with. If us being together is a hassle for yo-"
The mage cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "That's not at all what I meant, Love. You are the one ray of light in my life, and I'd rather be with you than do any of these other things."
"Then why don't you just take a break from it all for a while?" Hawke suggested. "We could go for a few days; get out of the city."
Anders ignored the warrior's ridiculous suggestion and finished drying off, dropping his towel onto the ground. He grabbed a robe to put on, and then he headed out to the bedroom. Hawke followed close behind, yanking on his lover's robe like he was a child clinging to his mother's skirt. The mage had been so distant lately that he was desperately trying to hold on whenever possible, and he wasn't about to let the other man walk away from the conversation.
"Come on, Anders, just think about it," the warrior pleaded. "We could go anywhere you want; it'll be romantic."
The mage smiled and pulled away from the other man so he could go over to a dresser to grab some smalls. "Archer, please. You know that can't happen. Besides, you trying to be romantic never turns out to be…romantic."
"I know we're busy, Darling, but it'd just be a few days. I can just not have anything planned, and someone can take over for you at the clinic. The mage underground will be there when we ge-"
"Archie, stop." Anders was determined to get his lover to drop it. So he couldn't help but pull out all of his most deadly weapons. His bottom lip jutted out forming the most heart-wrenching pout anyone had ever seen.
Hawke averted his gaze. "No, foul apostate! Your dark magics will not work on me!"
The mage smiled and walked over to his lover, cupping his chin and turning his face towards him. He placed a gentle kiss on the warrior's full lips. "If you want to help me, just support me. That's all I ever ask."
Hawke smiled and grabbed onto the other man's hand, and he lead them both to sit on their large bed. "Whether you want me to or not, I'm going to plan something great. Terribly romantic, you'll see. I don't know what you're talking about - me never being able to be romantic…"
"What about the time that you lit all the candles in here and you set part of the bed's canopy on fire?"
The warrior smiled and pushed the mage down on his back. He slowly crawled over him and pressed his lips against the skin of his neck. "That just gave us more light so I could better see your fantastic body."
Anders leaned into a kiss, suppressing a moan as the other man worked up to the sweet spot right behind his ear. "And the time I found you in library, only wearing a bow on your dick?"
The dark-haired man ground his hips down against the mage's. He was delighted to feel that his lover was hardening. "How is that not romantic?"