Welcome to the new fic, everyone! This was technically prompted to me by a1879, but it's been very open ended, so thanks to everyone who had a say in where they wanted to see this fic go. It'll basically just be another long, humorous, sex-filled story...so look forward to that! As always, thanks in advance for the support you guy always show me. I'm very excited about this one, and I hope you are too. A huge, huge thanks to predestination paradox for naming this thing for me. It's so simple and wonderful, and I'm beyond pleased. Enjoy!
"Oh fuck, Anders," Hawke groaned out in delight as he gripped tightly onto his lover's shoulders. "So beautiful, Darling. Fucking beautiful."
The mage threw his eyes open, mouth agape; a small noise just barely escaping his throat. "So close!"
The warrior threw his head back, yelling into the distance. "Don't stop! Fucking Maker, don't stop!"
"You two disgust me," Fenris sneered as best he could, obviously trying to hold back his own amusement.
"I'm going to have to stop unless you want me to crash this thing into the docks!" Isabela called from her place at the wheel. She gripped tightly onto two of the handles, expertly steering her large ship towards their destination. They had been heading west on the water for what must have been the better part of two weeks, and the sight of Val Royeaux in the distance was enough to make the male companions' mouths water. Yet this was a bittersweet reality for the pirate who felt at home here on the waters of the Waking Sea.
"Just get us there safe," the mage insisted, the wind whipping through his blonde strands that had fallen free from their tie. "I haven't been this happy to see the shore since my last escape from the Ferelden Tower. I'm going to need to kiss the ground!"
"Well I'm making sweet love to the ground," Hawke responded, always needing to out-do the other man. "Orlais," he said with a smile and a sigh. "This place isn't going to know how to handle us."
The weeks leading up to their arrival in the capital of Orlais were an interesting few. After just returning from his second trip into the Deep Roads, Archer Hawke, the Champion of Kirkwall, had received a letter from Empress Celene I asking for his presence in court immediately to discuss his dealings with the Qunari and his defeat of the Arishok. It had always been a goal of the Orlesian leader to expand the boundaries of her land, this much the warrior knew. But what she needed actually talk about was beyond him. Tale of the Arishok's defeat had traveled across the lands, in no small part due to Kirkwall's resident dwarven bard, and Hawke felt that he was not even close to an authority on the Qunari or what became of them. But with the Viscount dead, he had been sought out on numerous occasions for important dealings, though none were nearly as prestigious as being asked to go to a neighboring country.
He agreed to leave as soon as he and his lover had a few days to rest from their time down in the Deep Roads. Anders was not at all thrilled about being asked to go along, having felt guilty enough leaving his clinic abandoned for some time already. But, as the only healer in the warrior's party, he had little choice but to accompany him. Normal men would have little use for such a man on a few-week voyage across the sea, but Hawke was no ordinary man; trouble followed him, and he'd no doubt need patching up every single day he was outside of the city.
Isabela promptly volunteered herself as soon as she'd heard where the Champion was going. Despite the ability to travel to Orlais on foot, the sea was a swifter option, and the rogue could hardly wait to get off of dry land. Her travels which had taken her so far from Kirkwall during her departure had rekindled her love for the vast open expanses of the water, and the thought of sharing that with her companions was completely titillating.
Merrill had desperately wanted to go along, finally to be able to understand the stories the pirate shared with her and their fellow companions so often. But the lyrium-tattooed warrior had no plans to miss this trip, so he threw out his offer to assist before the mage elf could so much as open her mouth. Whether it was his past as a traveler after his flea from Tevinter or his growing fondness of Isabela that was the cause behind his rare exuberance was a mystery.
Hawke then had his companions and was actually feeling a bit excited at the prospect of traveling. Outside of the Free Marches, Ferelden was the only other country he had been to. He often recalled the happy times he had spent with his family in Lothering as a boy, and he cherished them. But the ability to visit foreign lands had always been nagging him in the back of his mind. Had his life turned out differently, he could easily see himself living a life much like Isabela enjoyed; out on the water, taking him wherever the wind blew. But he had business back in Kirkwall, and he had Anders who couldn't easily pick up and leave everything he had going on. So this would be a welcomed opportunity and enjoy the days spent at sea and the time between his meetings with the Empress.
The journey itself was relatively uneventful. Save a short encounter with seasickness, Hawke loved every second of being on the water. The ability to go to wake up in one place, never knowing exactly how far they'd get by nightfall, was exciting to the warrior. He loved the sounds and the smell of the ocean and the way the world underneath his feet rocked and rode the waves. Not to mention what it does for your sex life. It appeared as though something during their short time on the water stirred certain feelings from his mage. Not that Anders wasn't a bit sex-crazed already, but he practically attacked the dark-haired man as soon as they'd made it to their cabin on the first night.
The one unexpected event of their journey occurred on a night like any other when Hawke had Anders pinned underneath him, thrusting in and out of him as though his life depended on him. The wind was blowing hard that night, and the ship was swaying with the movements of the sea. Occasionally, it would rock hard enough to cause the men to lose their balance or even the crates and barrels lining the cabin to shift. After a particularly rough movement, a large mead-filled barrel shifted and rolled from its place near the back of the room, revealing the hidden stowaway.
"You have to be fucking kidding me!" Anders said as he peered over to the dimly lit corner. He threw his hands up over his chest, as if he was hiding anything. Hawke immediately looked over and stopped his movements in and out of the other man.
"Orana, what in the name of the Maker are you doing here?" he asked, far less anger in his voice than the mage would have liked to have heard.
"I-I thought I would come to Orlais with you. To-uh. To purchase supplies for the estate!" The blush spreading across her cheeks wasn't visible in the light, but the heat rushing to her face nearly burned. She could feel tears collecting at the bottom of her eyes as she struggled with her embarrassment.
The warrior pulled out of his lover and sat down on their shared cot. The mage smacked him on the arm and whispered something to him about modesty. But he simply laughed and did nothing in the way of covering himself. There's nothing I have that she hasn't already seen a hundred times anyway at this point, he thought. "Listen," he said softly in an attempt to sooth her. "You're bound to be starving. We've been on this ship for days without knowing you were here. How about you go up to Isabela's quarters and ask her to get you something to eat?"
"But knock on the bloody door first," Anders grumbled, throwing a wool blanket over himself and his lover. "You can't have two free shows in one night."
The warrior chuckled and wrapped a large arm around the mage's shoulders. He pulled him in and kissed his temple. "Don't mind, Anders," he reassured the still-cowering elf. "He has yet to discover the joys of public sex. Now run along and make sure she gets a place for you to stay. We can't have you huddling behind crates for the rest of the trip."
"Thank you, Master Hawke," Orana whispered as she tore out of the cabin.
"That girl has a problem," Anders spat as he watched her exit.
"We have a problem as well," Hawke responded. He pushed his lover back down against the bed and positioned himself over him once the blanket was thrown to the side. "We didn't get to finish." He pressed his still-throbbing erection down against the other man and ground their hips together.
The mage rolled his eyes and shook his head. "How can you be ok with that? You act like what she does is normal."
"I wouldn't call it 'normal,' per se," explained the warrior. "But maybe I like the thought of being watched just a little bit." He kissed his lover roughly and tugged on his lower lip roughly between his teeth upon pulling back. "It's just you and me, and someone getting off on how hot we are together," he said with a growl. "Wishing they could have some." He used a hand to quickly position himself back at his lover's entrance and pushed in as hard as he could, eliciting a groan of pleasure from each of them. "Wishing they could be the one fucking you. But they can't have you. Tell me why they can't have you."
Anders moaned and bucked his hips up against the other man. "Because I'm yours."