Hightown contained the most impressive buildings in Kirkwall, and the broken down, unmaintained mansion that Fenris called his home stuck out like a sore thumb. Aveline had gone to great pains to make sure that it was not investigated, or that Fenris was not evicted, but the elf had never seemed to care. Anders sniffed, that was always his way, never seeming to care about anything. In fact, he'd never even been aware that the elf had gotten close to anyone. A flash of memories raced through Anders' mind as he recalled Fenris' kiss and he shivered. Was he the reason why?
Pushing the feelings away from his mind he opened the door and entered the house. As soon as he walked in he was greeted by Fenris, leaning casually against one wall with a bottle of expensive wine in his hand, "I was expecting you sooner. I'm not sure if I like being kept waiting".
"After the way you mercilessly teased me?" Anders said with a provocative edge. "Surely you do not expect me to be that much of a pushover, do you? I do not chase people".
"Funny that, because you certainly seemed to chase after Hawke". Fenris pushed himself upright and turned away, walking towards his chamber, knowing the reaction that his comment would have triggered.
Anders' top lip curled as he walked him strut out of the room. "You'll pay for that Fenris".
He heard the deep laugh emerge from the neighbouring room and he stalked towards the noise. Fenris stood turned away from him, shedding his armour. As he did so Anders stopped to lean against the door, taking in every minute detail of the elf's impressive physique. Just the sight of him caused excitement to vibrate through Anders' core and he moved up behind the elf, placing his hands on his shoulders. He felt a slight shudder, less experienced hands would have thought it was nothing but excitement. "Fenris?" he questioned.
Fenris sighed. "I am, not experienced".
He seemed so vulnerable at that moment that Anders' heart melted. Fenris had hinted before that his old master used to give him to those he was entertaining. Without speaking Anders lent into him, tilting the elf's head with his hand to gain access to his neck. Beneath his slow kisses he felt Fenris relax, and he moved him to the bed. Signalling him to lie down Anders unbuckled his jacket and shed his own clothing before lying down next to him. He stared at him for a moment and rested a hand on his chest, before running his fingers down the elf's navel. Fenris gasped as a shudder ran through his being, betraying his excitement. Anders deliberately held his hand still, just out of reach and stroking Fenris' toned stomach gently until he could feel the other man straining for him. When he was satisfied that Fenris had borne equal teasing to that which he had earlier inflicted on him, Anders moved forward and touched his lips to the elf's. Fenris shot forward in a rush and his lips clashed with Anders' violently. Any vulnerability was gone as Fenris took over, regaining the dominant side of him. Anders happily let him take control, knowing that he was probably enjoying the shift of power as much as he was.
The elf rolled Anders onto his back, and raised himself on his arms above him. Sweat glistered on his dark skin as the sight of Anders helpless below him took effect. Anders snaked one of his hands behind his lover's hips, and pulled him closer to him so that Fenris could feel his hardness against him. The elf's eyes widened as Anders said. "I am yours Fenris, however you want me".
Fenris desperately fought against the urge to roll the Mage over and take him right there. He had watched him every night, seen him longing for Hawke for so long, and felt the old pangs of jealousy prickle in his stomach. He had waited so long to find the courage to make his move, and for this night to finally come. No he should not rush this, he should take things slowly, and savour it. He closed his eyes to calm his breathing and felt Anders thrust his hips against him once again. No, he could not do it. Roughly he put his hand over Anders' throat, re-establishing his dominance by cutting off his breath slightly. Anders looked back at him with wide eyes, and shivered under the ferocity of his gaze. "Roll over" growled Fenris, releasing him.
Anders followed the instruction, taking the opportunity to raise himself up slightly so that his rump met Fenris' erection, the elf may be the dominant party tonight, but he had no intention of wasting any opportunity he had to tease him further. With a groan Fenris pulled back away from him, and the next thing Anders knew the elf was pushing his way inside of him. Anders gasped, half in pleasure, half in pain. The feeling made him think back to the times that he spent with Karl, and the relationship they'd had while he was still alive. It had been a while, and tomorrow would certainly bring the need for self-healing.
His hands gripped the bedding beneath him as the feeling became more intense, his back slick with sweat and every deep thrust that Fenris slammed into him bringing him one step closer to climax. He could hear Fenris' laboured breathing above him and knew that his lover was close. Submitting himself to his orgasm his back arched as he felt the elf convulse inside him, and he cried out Fenris' name in his ecstasy. As his head came up his eyes focused on the figure standing at the doorway to Fenris' chamber, instantly he registered locks of raven black hair and cold blue eyes focused on them both as Hawke said menacingly, "Well, well. Isn't this cosy?"