Hawke raised a dark eyebrow as he looked down at his lover. Anders had never made a request quite like this before. Sure, he enjoyed being dominated, but hurt? The warrior would have to see how this would play out. "You want me to what?"
Anders looked away from the piercingly blue orbs. "Nothing, Love. Let's just do what you want."
He's not going to get out of it this easily. Hawke pulled away from the other man and got off of the bed. Anders straightened up to watch what he was doing. The warrior went over to the fireplace and picked up one of the manifestos, holding it dangerously close to the flames. "Fine. Then I want to burn your bloody writing. That will surely hurt you."
Anders jumped up and got off of the bed. "No, no! Not like tha-"
"BED!"
Anders' eyes widened as he made his way back to where he had come from, but he never tore his gaze from the pages in his lover's hand. He whimpered as he saw one of the corners of a page start to darken against the embers. But as soon as it had occurred, the pages were pulled back and dropped back onto the floor. He ripped his eyes from the pages and up at Hawke, now making his way over to him.
Hawke quickly got up on the bed, and then pushed the mage down. He straddled the other man. "I came into this relationship knowing that I wouldn't be the most important thing in your world; your cause held the number one place in your heart. I get that – I accept that. But tonight you will forget all of that. You will learn your place. Do you understand me?"
The mage couldn't quite discern the look on the other man's face. But for the first time in his life since he had met the man, he felt the slightest sense of fear. He felt a large, rough hand squeeze against the front of his throat.
"Do you understand, mage?"
As soon as he was able to find the strength to nod, Hawke's hand pulled away. He looked up at his lover and saw that anger had turned into lust. Even through all of his layers of clothes still imprisoning his body, he could feel that the man above him was hard as stone. Hawke positioned his hands at a buckle and strap on Ander's robe. As he worked the pieces apart, desperate to get the mage out of his clothes, Hawke kissed and nipped along where his hand had clasped against the other man's neck. Anders moaned below him as he felt teeth graze his sensitive skin.
Hawke pushed himself up and away from the mage as he finished working on the buckles. He pulled Anders up by the collar of his shirt so he could get the robe and undershirt off of him. The sight of his lover's pale skin caused Hawke to growl with want and need. He pushed Anders back once again and started to work on the rest of his outfit. The boots were the part that he hated most; Anders looked fantastic in them, but they were so bloody difficult to get off. One time, he'd used a knife to rip through the laces, but the mage hadn't been too happy about that. Luckily, time and practice allowed Hawke to get them undone fairly quickly. He yanked the boots off, and then the socks. The trousers came quickly after that.
"What in the name of the Maker happened to your smalls?"
The mage laughed nervously as he peered down at his confused lover. "I forgot them?"
Hawke smiled and shook his head as he moved over Anders. He peered down at the other man. "You know I love you, right?" He needed Anders to know before they got started, just in case he went too far. The other man answered with a soft kiss.
As Hawke kissed him back, he grabbed onto both of his partner's wrists and held them firmly in place by the mage's sides. The warrior dug his nails in a bit as he started to slowly trail down the other man's body with hot breath and painful nips. "You've been a very, very bad apostate. You have absolutely no respect for me or my home which I've so graciously opened to you." He stopped at one of Ander's nipples and bit down hard until he heard a small cry. He pressed down harder on the wrists to keep them from flailing. "Bad apostates need to be punished."
Hawke left the mangled nipple and continued to move down. He smiled as he saw Ander's hard, leaking cock pressed against his abdomen, the head purple with need and arousal. The warrior leaned down to take it completely into his mouth. The mage hardly had a moment to moan as he felt the other man let the length slide back out, grazing roughly against teeth. Anders couldn't help but buck from the combined pain and pleasure. Hawke smiled and did it again a few times. He was met with a groan when he pulled away for good.
"Please, Hawke, please don't stop! I've been so bad. Show me how bad I was!"
The warrior, quite pleased with himself, just marveled at the sight before him. There was so much hunger and desire in the other man's eyes.
Anders somehow managed to free his hands and pulled the other man flat on top of him. He rested his head in the crook of the warrior's neck, fingers entwined in dark hairs. Had he not been so lost in the desperation, he would have been embarrassed at the way he ground his hips up against the other man, dying for some sort of friction. But the man was completely lost. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt tears well up in them. "I need it, Love. Maker, please do it. Hit me, slap me, make me bleed…I don't fucking care just hurt me!"
Hawke planted a kiss on the mage's shoulder and then bit down hard enough to taste blood. Anders bucked against him as he yelled out in pain. The warrior grabbed onto the other man's hands to move them away from his hair and then moved off of him completely. "Turn over."
Anders sat up and placed a hand where Hawke's mouth had been. He pulled back to see his fingers stained red. The smile that had spread across his face was wiped off instantly as he felt a hand slap down onto one of his thighs. "Turn the fuck over."
The mage quickly got up and turned so that he was on his hands and knees. He felt warmth as Hawke moved over him like a blanket, abdomen pressed to back. A sharp cry escaped his lips as he felt teeth sliding down along his spine. It stopped when the small of his back was reached, and he felt an odd pain from simply not being touched. "Love, please just tou-"
His words were cut off with nails digging into his sides. Hawke left red marks trailing down from below the arms all the way to hips. He set down a few gentle kisses along the spine before him. "You have no idea how good you look like this, Anders." He rubbed the length of his erection against his partner's backside to show him how excited he was. "You've filled out so, so nicely since moving in. I can hardly count your ribs anymore. It's a sign of how good I've been to you. I wish you'd be good for me too."
Anders pressed his body back against Hawke. "Make me be good, please, Love."
Hawke removed his fingers, embedded in the flesh, and straightened up. He pulled his right hand back and slammed it against the flesh of the mage's right arse cheek. Anders arched his back from the pain and tried to muffle a moan. Hawke smacked his hands against the other man over and over until both cheeks were as red as he'd ever seen then. He then pulled them apart to reveal his favorite little pucker of flesh.
The mage moaned as he felt a wet tongue lap against his most secret place. He couldn't help but push back, begging for more. Hawke, obliged, licking all around to entice the man in front of him to open up. As his tongue continued to work, he reached between Anders' spread legs to roughly tug and kneed on his swollen balls. Once his lover's breathing started to get a bit too heavy, he tore his hand and mouth away. But not to leave the other man with nothing, Hawke pulled the cheeks apart again and quickly pushed a fingertip inside.
"Fuck, Hawke, you're fucking finger nails need to be cut!" the mage nearly yelled.
Hawke smiled as he worked another one in. "I think they're just fine for the filthy, cocksucking apostate." He could feel the other man wince against him in too much discomfort and decided to pull both fingers out. Moving from behind the mage, he crawled over to his lover's face. He pushed his fingers towards Anders' parted lips. "If you can't handle it, then make it easier for yourself."
"I can handle it," the mage murmured as he took three of Hawke's fingers into his mouth. He licked and sucked them, slathering them in spit.
Hawke smiled. "That's right. Suck my fingers like you do to my cock. Your mouth was just made for that, not for never shutting the fuck up about being a mage. You fucking love it, don't you?"
When Anders didn't respond, Hawke thrust his fingers further into his mouth, nearly choking him. "Don't you?"
There was a muffled "yes" between gagging.
"Yes, what?" the warrior asked as he pulled his fingers free of the mage's mouth.
"Yes, sir."
