I don't own Dragon Age

Setting: Vampire

Rating: M

Sexing in the mansion

The big, black doors opened with an ominous creak. It was very much like the vampire's last hiding place. Fenris sighed, didn't he ever renew himself? He stepped through the gate and into a big gothic hallway.

"Come on out!" he shouted, "show your face Anders, and fight me like a man!"

He heard an unearthly laughter coming from all around him, but saw no further sign of the vampire. Angrily he readied his cross and stake and stalked forward.

"Coward!" he bellowed as he ventured further into the mansion, "Blood-sucking coward!"

Another burst of otherworldly laughter.

"Come find me then" came the teasing reply, "You know where~".

Fenris gritted his teeth and continued up the impressive staircase. The vampire would be hiding in the bedroom, just like every other time Fenris had tracked him down. It always went the same, he would hurry to the bedroom, just to see Anders standing at the open window and disappearing into the night at the last moment. This time however was going to be different. Fenris had spent the entire day putting up traps and generally ensure that the vampire had no chance of escape. Tonight he would catch him.

He barged into the bedroom. The window was open and the curtains were fluttering in the wind. Fenris ran towards it with a curse, there was no way the vampire should have been able to leave the building. He reached the window and looked out into the night. He was in the middle of another curse when he heard a loud crash behind him. He spun around quickly and stared directly into deep golden eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but forgot the words before he had a chance to utter them.

"...You..." was all he managed. The eyes lit up in amusement and he caught himself thinking how beautiful they were like this. Brown and golden colors swirling around pulling him deeper and deeper in. He had never seen something so enchanting in his life, they made him feel warm, safe and happy. For a brief moment he remembered that he had come to kill the owner of those eyes, but ... that couldn't be right. Why would he ever do something like that?

"Who else?", a voice like liquid gold, warm and soft, answered. At first he was confused, but then he remembered the single word he had uttered, and with that memory came others. Memories of the vampire and why he was here flowed through him. He shook his head violently to clear it and reached for the cross hanging around his neck.

"No, we can't have that", the golden eyes lit up with an unearthly blue glow, and before Fenris had a chance to attack or even move he found himself frozen in his place. If he had thought the eyes were beautiful before it was nothing against how they looked now. It took his breath away and made it impossible to think of anything else. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, could barely think, but that was alright as long as he could stare into those eyes. Everything else disappeared and he had never known peace or happiness like this.

"That's much better, how you have survived so long in this line of work is beyond me. Must be that pouting face you do, makes it hard for us monsters to kill you without feeling bad". The words drifted around Fenris like water, warm, comfortable water. He enjoyed the sound way too much to pay attention to what was actually being said.

"No comeback? hm ... maybe I did go a little too far". Slowly the blue glow disappeared and the eyes returned to their original color. Fenris found that he could once again move his gaze. As he did he felt a short stab of lose in his heart. It was like everything in the world was dull and colorless in comparison to those eyes. Then he took a closer look at the man standing only inches away from him and he had to admit he had been wrong, everything except this man. The features were familiar, he had seen Anders many times before, but it was like they had a hidden depth, something he had never been able to see before today. His hair had the most beautiful shade, a mix of blonde and soft orange colors, his eyebrows and stubble were a slightly darker nuance and gave the face a masculine appeal that sent his heart racing. His lips, his lips were perfect and just looking at them made him ache with longing.

He swallowed once and tried to get his mind and body under control. He was almost successful when the vampire smirked. An expression which he had always found attractive now sent him over the edge. He felt his face heat up and took a shaking step closer to Anders.

".. Stop it .." he mumbled even though he wasn't quite sure what exactly he wanted him to stop. Anders however seemed to know what he was talking about.

"No, sorry can't do" he said and shook his head with a satisfied smile.

"You are beautiful when you smile" Fenris said before he could stop himself. He could have hit himself, damn vampire! But then Anders smile widened and he forgot why he shouldn't think like this. Actually he forgot everything except the pounding of his hearth and Anders enchanting smile. He felt himself close the last of the distance between him and the vampire. Suddenly strong, cold arms were around him and he was enveloped in the most intoxicating scent he had ever smelled. It sent chills down his spine and blood down between his legs.

He felt teeth nap at his ear and failed to hold back a moan.

"Heh, I should have done this a long time ago" Anders said very close to his ear. He shuddered and felt himself shake slightly from arousal.

"Why ... why didn't you?" he mumbled eager to hear that beautiful and soft voice again.

"You might have stopped chasing me, wouldn't want that to happen" he answered in an amused tone. At the word chasing he felt his head clear for a moment. What has he doing? The man was a vampire, a monster. He was supposed to chase it, kill it, not ... this! He hardly had time to think the thought before he felt cold, soft lips against his own.

Once again everything but the vampire disappeared. It was a kiss that sent tingles down his spine and made his heart beat so fast he was afraid it would break his chest. It was an amazing sensation, easily the best kiss he had ever had. He couldn't imagine anything better than this. Then Anders opened his mouth and let his tongue slide over Fenris lips and into his mouth, and suddenly everything was much better.

The kiss seemed to last for an eternity, a perfect eternity. When it ended, far too soon according to Fenris, they were no longer standing on the floor but laying down in the bed. Fenris didn't know how or when it had happened, but now he was laying on his back with Anders on top of him. Anders grinned down at him.

"I am just too damn irresistible, eh?" he said smugly when Fenris desperately began to pull his shirt off. Fenris didn't bother to dignify that with an answer, of course he was. He finally got the shirt off and let his hands glide over the perfect body with the perfect skin. He felt cold, hard and amazing. While Fenris was occupied with touching, Anders began to undress him. It wasn't until he felt cold fingers against his bare stomach, forcing a moan out of him, that he noticed his lack of clothing. Hands, beautiful, wonderful hands, were touching his stomach, chest and back while cold, soft lips were tracing a trail down his neck. It made him tremble with desire and he let out another moan, this time more like a plea than anything else. He wanted, no he needed Anders to go further, to go all the way, now. But Anders was painfully slow as he placed one kiss after the other down Fenris body.

Fenris decided to take matters into his own hands and opened the vampires pants, then he began pulling them off. Anders laughed quietly, a sound that did something he hadn't thought were possible, it made him even harder than he already was. The laugh quickly turned into an animalistic sound of desire and need when Fenris got his pants off and started touching.

"I need you, now!" the vampire snarled and spread Fenris' legs roughly. He groaned as he began licking and napping at Fenris neck while pushing into him. Fenris took a sharp intake, then moaned loudly. Anders trusted into him while licking urgently at his neck and throat, then suddenly Fenris felt a sharp sting of pain and two fangs penetrated the skin on his neck. The pain disappeared as suddenly as it had arrived and in it's place was pleasure, all consuming overwhelming pleasure.

It was the kind of pleasure that burned through his whole body and left him panting and begging for more. It made him tremble and sweat, sigh and moan and feel like he could take no more while making him wish it would never end. It seemed to last an eternity or only a glimpse of an eye and when it was done unconsciousness came and the world went dark.