"Are you busy?"

Anders looked up from his parchment and turned to see Hawke in the doorway of the library. He had that familiar sly grin slapped across his face. The mage just smiled and went back to his work, setting his quill against paper. "Yes, Love."

Hawke groaned as he ran his right hand through his short black hair. "Can't the manifestos wait? I'm horny."

Yeah, manifestos, the mage thought as he hurried to hide the pages under actual copies of his writing. He didn't think his lover would much appreciate crude drawings of Anders slaying his favorite lyrium-tattooed elf. He straightened the pages and cleared his throat. "Well, someone should alert the town crier. You feeling horny. Now that never happens…"

The warrior walked over to the chair where the blonde sat, facing away from the other man. Hawke wrapped his strong arms around Ander's shoulders and leaned down to kiss along his neck. The mage tried his hardest not to react, but, despite the inabilities of their owner, those lips were magic. He gave in with a small moan. Another kiss to the neck evolved into playful nips and then a single, sharp bite. He winced under the painful pleasure.

"Alright, alright!" the mage said. "My life-changing work will just have to wait for your insatiable need."

Hawke laughed as he leaned over the desk, pulling out the pages from under the manifesto. "You need more practice." He pointed at one of the drawings. "Fenris' hair doesn't look like that, and your muscles aren't that big."

Anders felt the blood rush to his cheeks. "Well. Uh-"

He was cut off with a kiss to his temple. "When you're done fantasizing about killing my friend, come indulge some of my own fantasies." With that, the warrior straightened up and left the room. Anders shook away the embarrassment and collected the pages to stick in the top drawer of the desk. As much as he wanted to run out to meet his lover in their bedchamber, he felt the need to make Hawke wait. After all, he'd just barged right into the library and made Anders stop his important work. He reached back inside the desk to grab the parchment, determined to work a while longer. But instead of visions of setting the elf's white hair on fire, he couldn't shake the thought of what was to come. He could still feel the warrior's lips pressed up against his skin. The straining in his trousers became uncomfortable.

The papers were shoved back inside the desk, and the mage got up and went to leave the library. Luckily for him and his every-growing bulge, their room was just a few steps away from where he was. As he opened the door, he nearly slammed right into something – crotch first. Orana, their new live-in elf, was on her hands and knees doing Maker knows what on the floor. Anders gasped and threw his hands over himself as those huge elf eyes looked up at him. Well that's one way to get rid of an erection…

"Oh, Master Anders! I'm terribly sorry. I was scrubbing the floor an-"

"Please don't call me 'Master', Orana," he said, not able to look at her. "Carry on." He scrambled around her and ran off to the bedroom. Once he got there, he slammed the door closed and leaned back on it, giving him a good view of the well-lit room. Hawke was sitting on the edge of the bed staring back at him.

"What took you so long?"

Anders furrowed his brow. "That couldn't have been more than five minutes. And besides that, I was busy practically getting blown by your elf."

"Fenris?"

"Maker, no!"

"Merrill?"

"Seriously?"

Hawke just shrugged.

"Orana, you idiot."

The warrior scowled. "Well that was not in her job description. You're telling me I'm going to have to increase her pay now?"

Anders just rolled his eyes and walked over to stand in front of his lover. He looked down at him. "You demanded my presence, and I'm here now. Use me wisely."

Hawke chuckled as he looked up into beautiful honey eyes. "Oh I intend to. Strip." He watched as the other man stepped back and began to shed his clothes.

"You know, this show isn't free, Love. Starving artists need to eat," Anders said as he worked on the buckles of his robe.

Hawke laughed. "And given your abilities, I'm pretty sure you'll be starving for some time." He reached into the pocket of his trousers and pulled out a coin purse as Anders started to bend to pull off his own. Suddenly, gold and silver coins were sent flying straight at the blonde's head.

"Hey! What in the name of the Maker's balls are you doing?" the mage questioned, holding his head. The coins hitting him actually had hurt.

The warrior kept throwing them. "I'm making it rain, Darling. But if I'm paying, at least dance around a little."

Anders quickly, and certainly without any dancing, stripped off the remainder of his clothes. He ignored Hawke's booing as he walked over to him and pushed him back on the bed. He leaned down to kiss the dark-haired man once. "I hate you."

The other man just smiled up at him, placing his hands along the mage's sides and trailing up them and down his arms over his biceps. He gave them both a gentle squeeze. "Maybe your muscles are as big as the ones you drew." Anders just rolled his eyes again and moved off of the larger man to sit next to him on their bed. Hawke straightened up and looked over at his lover. "I want to try something."

Anders raised an eyebrow. "Alright. What is it?"

Hawke smiled as he pushed himself off of the bed. He started to remove his clothes. "I can't just tell you. That'd spoil the surprise. Besides, you'll like it."

"And how do you know?"

The nude warrior shot the other man a stern look. "Because pleasing me pleases you. I can't believe you're even questioning me." The blonde looked away, embarrassed. Hawke climbed up onto the bed and sat in front of his lover. "Anders, what did you promise me soon after you moved in here?"

The mage met the other man's gaze, honey eyes fixed onto blue. "That I would submit to you fully, do anything you wanted, and enjoy it." They were words that Anders had never in his life thought he would say. He had been controlled most of his life and, once free of the Circle, lived by his own rules. He loved that he could make his own choices and stand up for himself. Yet, something about being with Hawke had sprung to life a part of him that he didn't know existed, and the words just blurted out one night in the heat of passion and need. And even though he hadn't planned on expressing them, it was his lover who was far more taken aback by them.

"And what, then, did I promise you?"

"That you would never take me somewhere I wouldn't want to go."

Hawke placed one rough, calloused hand gently against the mage's cheek. "And have I ever gone back on that promise? Have I not always loved you, adored you, and respected you?" Anders just smiled, that being answer enough. The warrior smiled back and pulled the other man against him. Their lips crashed together. One mouth opened, the other pushed a tongue inside to explore. Hands explored each body, hips writhed together, and twin moans escaped each man.

The warrior pulled away from Anders and then pushed him onto his back. He climbed over the mage, leaning down to kiss and tug on his lower lip. He started to move lower, kissing and nipping along every inch of sweet, pale skin. Hands came up to meet his dark hair, but he grabbed them both and pinned them to his lover's sides. Never looking up, he trailed down until he saw the prize - Anders' long, leaking cock lying flat against his abdomen.

The mage's breathing grew harder as the other man moved close, and he could hardly keep from bucking his hips as he felt warm, hot breath over his aching head. Much to his dislike, he felt a tongue, not on his erection, but moving just to the side of it and down to his hip. He groaned out in disappointment. "If teasing me was the plan, that's not something exactly novel. You do it all the time."

Hawke just chuckled as he trailed his kisses from thigh up to the pelvic bone, right next to the base of his lover's engorged cock. Finally, he flattened his tongue and licked from base to tip. The feeling of the mage bucking beneath him was exhilarating. He smiled as he planted a single kiss on the head. "You're going to need to tell me when you're about to cum."

"Why's that?" Anders asked between pants.

"Because I'm going to be teaching you a little something about self-control."