Welcome to the Jungle

Author's Notes: I've decided to just condense all of my Carver/M!Hawke stories into one place. The two (three? XD) one-shots I already have up will be staying in their place, but this is for all future one, two, and occasional three-shots. I will finish my stories soon, promise. ): I almost finished Kiss and Brother needs a bit more delightful touches (and needs to be read over for errors) before I post it. (:

Warning: Ratings depend on the content of the drabble. Overall rating will be M, but the current drabble's rating will be explicitly stated in the beginning of the drabble. Savvy?

Rating: M

Carver groaned, moving his hand from the gaping wound on his stomach and seeing his palm stained scarlet with his blood. He continued to stagger towards the forest exit, trying to get back to the fortress of Ostagar. Mentally he cursed himself for being so stupid for wandering out on patrol on his own. Thankfully the Darkspawn that had jumped him were very few in number but he knew that he had to make it to safety while he had the chance or else more would come.

And judging by the woozy feeling that washed over him he would not last through another battle.

The warrior inhaled deeply, trying to swallow the sick feeling rising in the pit of his stomach as his anxieties reached their boiling point and his mortality facing him dead-on. His whole body was on high alert, waiting for any sound or smell of Darkspawn, his skin cold and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. On his left he heard the bushed rustle and in his delirium he yelled and fell over onto his side. Despite his want not to he felt tears stinging at his eyes. He didn't want to die!

Suddenly a familiar and very welcomed sight jumped through the bushes, sword and shield in hand. For a moment Carver thought his brother looked like a hero from the tales, and nearly said as such but was ill to find he choked on his own words. Hawke's golden eyes widened and he tossed aside his weapons, running to the side of his injured brother. Faintly Carver could hear the man curse as he helped him get to his feet, his savior grabbing his hand and draping it over his back to help steady them both. "Carver, thank the Maker you're even alive! Why did you go running off like that?"

Hawke continued to scold him for being so silly but Carver finally managed to find his voice. "Your weapon, you can't leave it back there." He chocked out.

"I don't care, I need to get you to safety." Hawke growled, pulling his younger brother along for what seemed like ages until they came to a cave. Hawke let Carver go and the injured warrior limped inside, sighing in relief when he noticed the bag of supplies.

The elder eased the younger to lay down as he undid the buttons of his brother's shirt with one hand while the other shifted through the supply back and brought out a healing salve and bandages. Without prompting Carver grabbed the potion and drank it down in one swallow, feeling the pain ebbing away almost instantly. Above him he heard Hawke chuckle as he helped the younger sit up to better wrap his wound to stop the bleeding. "Thankfully it isn't deep. Fuck I was so worried, I was out there looking for nearly an hour! I thought you had died. I would never have forgiven you if I came across your corpse."

The younger frowned, hearing the angst in his brother's voice. "I'm sorry brother. I shouldn't have left the group, but I'm an idiot."

"Yes you are." Hawke agreed in a hiss. "The Wilds are a dangerous place, especially on your own! Carver…" He gave a distant sigh, his hand gently petting Carver's dark locks. Normally Carver would object to the affectionate petting, but at this moment it was probably the singular most amazing feeling in the world. "If I had lost you out here I would…"

"What would you do?" Carver found himself asking as he resting he head on his brother's chest, wanting nothing more than to feel a familiar touch.

"I think I would die too." Hawke finally admitted in a gentle hush, his strong arms embracing his brother's battered body and burying his face in the matted and sweat-drenched hair.

"You don't mean that." Carver laughed, slowly allowing his arms to wrap around his brother's broad chest, meshing against him until they were comfortably holding one another. Carver hated to think it, but they were cuddling. Even worse was how good it felt. His brush with death scared him more than he had thought.

"I do Carver. I'm in love with you."

They way he said it was so calm, so serious that for a moment Carver thought his ears had deceived him somehow. Rarely was Hawke ever so serious, he was always joking. To the point where Carver could honestly say he hated his brother care-free attitude, but without even looking at his brother he knew that what was spoken was an untainted truth. "Familial love, right?" He asked in a shaky whisper.

"No, love love." Hawke replied.

Carver moved away from his brother, who didn't look surprised by the abrupt change of heart but looks hurt nonetheless. For a moment the younger couldn't find his voice, but finally he managed to sputter out. "but why?"

The elder frowned, looking somewhat confused by the question. "Why what?"

"Why do you love me?" Carver snapped angrily. "I'm awful to you! I never listen to you, and when I do I complain the whole bloody time! Why are you springing this on me now? Why?" Finally he broke down and cried, falling back into his brother's arms and he wept.

Hawke cursed his stupidity, trying his best to soothe the boy whilst simultaneously apologizing for his unexpected confession. "It'll be ok Carver, we can forget I ever said anything!"

The younger looked up and eyed his brother, his eyes puffy and red and pathetic. Worst of all was he knew how pathetic he looked, knowing it only made him look worse for wear. "You're an idiot." He chided before he pressed their lips together.

For a moment Hawke was unsure of how to react. It was completely possible that Carver was still high on adrenaline after nearly dying, and he was channeling those feelings to more licentious activities. Could he really take advantage of his brother like that? He felt the younger gently nibble his lower lip, goading for some reaction. Finally Hawke just thought to the Void with it and let his body relax into the kiss.

Their kiss became far more heated than Carver had planned, yet he felt no need to stop it as he felt Hawke's hands on his hips, slowly inching to his belt. He pulled away and gasped as the man undid it his belt with a simple movement. Momentarily Hawke was stunned and was about to apologize, figuring that Carver finally realized what was happening and didn't like it. Instead he was shocked to find the younger clawing at his armor and murmuring something about needing to take it off.

Amused and amazed they started to undress, occasionally stealing kisses and touches. Carver was first to completely undress with the exception of his bandages, felling completely exposed and more than a little embarrassed at the fact. Even more-so when he noticed the look on his brother's face. Hungry, passionate adoration. Never had Carver thought he would garner such a look from anyone, much less his brother. The elder sat up a bit straighter as he admired the beautiful spectacle, his hands no longer busying themselves with removing his greaves. "Maker you're perfect." He purred huskily.

Carver visibly twitched from the comment, his cheeks flushed. He found himself unable to actually speak, but figured actions spoke louder than words as he knelt before his brother and helped him take off the heavy armor. The affair up till that point had been silent and somewhat awkward, though once both Hawke and Carver were completely stripped of their worldly clothes, things seemed to ignite once more. Their bodies screamed for the other's touch and while it was a strange sensation for them both at first, it quickly became something akin to a drug.

Their lips touched in passionate kisses, both daring to feel and explore one another's bodies. They felt their aching cocks touch and rub against each other but chose to ignore it as their tongues battled for dominance. They both knew who would be the victor, yet Carver did not want it to be for lack of trying. Slowly Carver began to cave, feeling his brother dominating him emotionally, spiritually, and soon physically. He felt his brother urging him to lay on the ground, which he did, both taking great care to not allow their lips to pull away sans for breath.

Gently Hawke tore his lips from Carver's, the younger giving a soft whine. Hawke hushed him sweetly, placing soft nibbles on the younger's neck. He moved his hands downward, grabbed both the younger's thighs, and carefully arranging them to wrap around his waist. Carver felt as though there were butterflies in his stomach as Hawke moved once again, this time placing both his hands on either side of the younger's head to prop himself up. Sapphire eyes met golden as they both mentally prepared for what was about to happen.

Thanks to the potion earlier the feeling of him being stretch and invaded hadn't felt nearly as excruciating as he had expected, and that seemed to please Hawke as they worked to give Hawke complete access. Completely sheathed inside his brother he felt a groan escape his lips followed by a slew of curses. "Tighter than I expected." He gasped out, his hips starting their slow, even strokes in and out of the tight, virgin hole.

Carver purred his approval and arched his back in pleasure. "Harder." He demanded, closing his eyes and giving a whine. He needed it harder. Needed his brother to dominate him completely and wholly. Hawke understood the request and obeyed it faithfully, moving his hips into the younger harder, faster. The moans he earned with each dutiful thrust grew louder and louder until the young was screaming the elder's name. "Garrett, oh Garrett!" Carver cried with fervor, his body shivering with passion. Hawke wanted to commit the sight and sounds to memory forever.

Their bodies held out for only seconds more before their bodies both reached their peaks, Carver's desire coating between their hot, sweaty, sexed bodies while Hawke's claimed Carver deep inside, forever claiming the younger as "his" and only "his". Faintly Hawke let Carver's name slip from his lips as he reveled in the afterglow of their mating, kissing the ravished man's neck and jaw line in near-worship. "My sweet, sweet Carver. Rest for a spell. I will keep you safe." He whispered. "I will always keep you safe."

Too bad he doesn't! What, too soon?
Anyways, comment, flame, whatever.