Title: Iron Control
Author: miss_m_cricket
Fandom: Dragon Age 2
Pairing: Carver Hawke/Nathaniel Howe
Comm: dragonage_kink
Rating: M
Prompt: No one challenges Nathaniel Howe like new recruit Carver Hawke does, but Nathaniel's self control is legendary and he is sure that no matter what he will be able to resist this boy. That is until he hears Carver's unintentionally filthy mouth, and suddenly ...resisting seems futile.

Also starring the Awakening crew and a snarky Female Cousland. With guest appearances by King Alistair, Teyrn Fergus Cousland and his wife Teyrna Anora, and Garrett Hawke...who cockblocks his little brother even when he's in another country.

Iron Control: Breaking

Nathaniel had never been one to struggle with duty and honour.

In this he believed he had been fortunate to be brought up as a noble, and without the direct influence of his parents on him. Oh he had ached for his father's approval, as any son did, but Rendon Howe's influence had been limited. No the men who had influenced Nathaniel were the tutors and the weapons masters that his father hired to teach his heir about the world.

The training master had been a strong older man, with thick red hair that he tied back and a voice like booming thunder. But he had taught Nathaniel about fighting, and fighting with honour. Even though Nathaniel's skills leant to the more subtle roguish combat, he made sure that his pupil knew about honour.

Hence why his initial idea to assassinate Ephena Cousland had veered so completely off course.

Damn honour.

Now, with his father gone, and his place amongst the Warden's assured, he could embrace his reputation as a stern man, with an iron code of honour.

That code of honour however...did not involve wanting to throw recruits down on the ground and ravish them on the training grounds.

In all his years, no man or woman had affected him as badly as the young Carver Hawke, whom Stroud had brought back from the Deep Roads. Something about the boy lit something inside Nathaniel, stirred something primal and powerful and demanding. He wanted him, he wanted him so fucking badly and it scared him a little just how wildly his body reacted to that stubborn face and flashing eyes.

It didn't make sense really. Carver was a complete brat. He backchatted, made snide asides, flaunted control, fought his commanders at every possible opportunity. But as time passed and the boy settled into his place at Amaranthine, the defiance ebbed a little and changed into a more channelled force.

Carver never trained at less than a hundred percent, he threw everything of himself into fighting, and with the training that the Warden's provided, his skills accelerated at an impressive rate. He was smart too, picking up on inconsistencies, and often frustrating his trainers with his bratty attitude and ability to get under people's skin.

Naturally Ephena, Sigrun, Oghren and Velanna loved him.

Velanna loved the fact he didn't ask her incessant questions, just allowed her to brood in peace in his company. She also found his experience with another Dalish mage interesting, and often could be found asking him about the other elf he had known back in Kirkwall.

Oghren loved winding the boy up, enjoying stirring him and the passionate responses he would spit back. He also loved the fact that Carver would drink with him, often after many of the other Warden's lay passed out around them. Carver claimed that the Hanged Man had prepared him for this, like a drinking training yard. Oghren approved.

And as for Sigrun and Ephena?

Well those two women just loved the reactions that Carver inspired in Nathaniel.

In the end being in the Grey Warden's was like having a whole new family. Velanna was the prickly cousin that everyone invited to things but eyed warily. Oghren was the uncle everyone wished would drink less at Satinalia. Stroud was the half sibling you knew was family but never quite felt like he belonged, and who didn't come to family things half the time. And Sigrun and Ephena...well they were the interfering little sisters.

"You're too uptight," Ephena informed him, reaching over his shoulder at dinner to steal his last baked potato chip, "You need to relax that iron control once in a while. Do something wild."

"Have more than a single tankard of cider." Sigrun chimed in, leaning against his shoulder as she snagged one of his left over pieces of meat, "Dance a little...shag that recuit you keep eyeing."

Nobody had managed to get Nathaniel to loosen his self control.

And no matter how tempting that Carver Hawke was...

He wasn't going to break.

Oh Maker...he was going to break.

Nathaniel clutched at the seat in the Healer waiting rooms, listening to the sounds that came from inside. Carver was in there...getting a post mission rub down from a healer apprentice they had recruited, a pretty girl named Eilonwy.

Nathaniel didn't like her.

Right now she had her hands on Carver's naked flesh, massaging him with those long, deft fingers and Nathaniel did not approve. Surely there was someone older...fatter who could do that just as well.

His control wasn't close to snapping because of Eilonwy having her hands on him however.

Oh no.

Carver was loud.

He moaned, and groaned and murmured encouragement. He said things like 'harder' and 'deeper', and 'get your fingers deep in there' and 'oh fuck this feels so good' and 'please there'.

Nathaniel was so hard in his leather armour he thought he might come in his gear without even touching himself.

Which was why he hadn't gotten up and left yet.

Sigrun was sitting beside him, watching his face avidly, and hopefully unaware of just how desperate the situation had gotten downstairs. He had a book on his lap, a treatise on elfroot compared to other herbs. And when things got a little too desperate he tried reading it to maintain control.

"Oh Maker..." Carver moaned.

'Elfroot unlike other restorative plants has the ability to also restore a bit of energy, which makes it the preferred reagent for potions pertaining to those likely to use it in a combat setting...'

"Right there, right there, don't stop."

'ELFROOT IS A MEMBER OF THE POTANACIOUS FAMILY OF HERBS...'

"You feel so gooood."

"He is so vocal." Sigrun said approvingly, her unblinking smoky green eyes fixed on Nathaniel's flushed face, "I wonder if he sounds like that when someone's really doing him..."

Nathaniel snapped.

"I'll come back later." He said, standing abruptly and fleeing from the room, hurtling off at a limping run until he reached his chambers and desperately fumbling at his armour.

Finally he got it open and wrapped his hand around his length.

A wild moan left his lips as two strokes later and he came, hard, sinking to the ground, back against the wall from the sheer bonelessness that followed.

That boy was going to be the death of him.