"I probably should have warned you about the vomiting," Anders apologized while he handed Hawke a cup of tea. "Internal bleeding usually leads to that."
"It's alright," Hawke replied. "You had other things on your mind. Trust me, I know." He smirked, and then sipped the warm beverage.
Anders had escorted Hawke back to the mansion, as promised. Leandra had made a terrible fuss over her son when she learned what had happened, demanding that he rest and spend the rest of the day in bed. Hawke had then insisted that Anders could look after him, despite the mage's attempt to slip away. Anders was a healer, after all, and would take very good care of him.
"I was so worried," Anders said. "When I felt you panic, when you said you'd been captured, and when you were hurt. I thought I was going to lose you."
"It'll take more than that to get rid of me," Hawke said, reaching out to touch Anders' arm. He locked his blue eyes with Anders' brown ones. "Did you mean it?"
"Mean what?"
"I heard you," Hawke replied, tightening his grip on Anders' arm. "You said you loved me."
Anders eyes widened. "I… I suppose I did, didn't I?"
"Also…" Hawke paused. Anders sensed his hesitation and worry over what he wanted to say. He feared that Anders would run if he said anything more.
"You can tell me anything, Janus," Anders said.
Hawke licked his dry lips. "Justice spoke to me last night. He said you had feelings for me."
"He did?" Anders replied. It must have been when the mage was asleep, since he had no memory of this.
"Among other things," Hawke continued. He looked away then. "He said he's hurt me if I was a liability to your cause. He… frightened me. It was like when his mind touched me in the Deep Roads, but more focused and heavy. After that I… I was going to try and talk you into reconsidering severing us, by going to Merrill. That's when I got jumped."
Anders' face fell. "I see… Then if that's what you want-"
Hawke cut him off. "It's not. Not anymore." He looked back at the mage and took his hand between both of his. "I love you, Anders, and I want to be with you. You and I are bound to each other forever and ever. If that means I have Justice on my mind too, then so be it."
Anders smiled, using his free hand to cup Hawke's cheek. "And I love you," Finally, he could say those words aloud and not have to shield his thoughts. Neither of them would.
Hawke put a hand on the back of Anders' head and pulled the healer down so their lips could meet. The kiss was soft, yet full of desire. Just like pain didn't transfer through them, neither did physical pleasure. However, they could feel the effects the pleasure was having on each other. Happiness and budding lust echoed across their minds.
When the kiss broke, Hawke took Anders by the arms and urged him onto the bed, scooting over to give Anders some room. The mage climbed into the bed, and then leaned down to kiss the other man once again, cupping his face in his hands.
Hawke's hand went to the chain at Anders' feathered coat, looking for the fastener. "Are you sure you want this?" The mage asked, noticing what Hawke was up to.
"More than sure," Hawke replied. "I want you Anders. Want you so bad…"
Anders smiled and wordlessly shed his short coat. Hawke had shed his armor before getting in bed and was down to his smallclothes, so he just sat back and watched Anders lose his long, brown coat and the shirt underneath it. Maker, he'd wanted to see Anders' body for some time now.
As the mage began to unfasten his boots, he looked over at Hawke and smirked, "Wait until you see the rest of me." Once his boots were off, he took his pants off, leaving him in nothing but his smallclothes. Hawke reached out and touched Anders' shoulder, his fingers trailing down his side before settling on his thigh.
"You're beautiful," Hawke whispered.
Anders smiled at the compliment, sending his appreciation through the link as he leaned in to kiss Hawke's neck. The mage gently took his lover by the shoulder and pushed him onto his back, and then climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs. He rubbed against the other man, savoring the feel of skin-on-skin. Anders felt Hawke's erection though his smallclothes, pressing against his own hard cock.
Anders leaned down to kiss him again, catching his lover's moan in his mouth. He coaxed the rogue's tongue into his mouth so he could gently suck on it. Small jolts of pleasure came through their bond, matching up with Hawke's moans.
Anders broke the kiss and looked down at his lover, "This might be awkward what with… you know."
"I think it'll be fun," Hawke said. He then got a mischievous look in his blue eyes. Anders smiled again, gently running a teasing hand down Hawke's chest. He knew exactly what Hawke wanted.
The mage warmed his hand, making Hawke groan. Anders smiled at Hawke's reaction. He was making his lover feel such pleasure. Feeling Hawke's enjoyment of the touch just made things even more arousing.
Anders next added a little bit of electricity, earning a gasp and spike of excitement from the rogue. His fingers, gentle lightning still dancing between them, trailed down Hawke's chest and pelvis, slipping into his smallclothes and resting just above the patch of red small hairs. Hawke was going out of his mind with pleasure at this point.
Hawke leaned up and whispered into Anders' ear, "I want you…"
The mage smiled and slowly pulled Hawke's smallclothes off, then gave his lover his silent permission to do the same. The rogue returned the favor gladly.
Anders had to admit, this whole act took on a whole new level thanks to their bond. Reading his partner's mind saved them both the trouble of having to voice their needs. All they had to do was think about what they wanted and the other would grant their wish.
Then again, there was nothing wrong with saying things out loud anyway. As their cocks rubbed together, Hawke whispered, "I want you to fuck me. I don't care how, just fuck me…" He pointed to his bedside table.
Anders reached into the drawer and pulled out a bottle of oil. "For just in case, hmm?"
Hawke nodded. "You never know, and it's better to have it and not need it anyway."
The rogue watched as Anders spread oil over his cock. His anticipation rose, wanting to feel Anders. The mage kissed Hawke's neck while one oil slick finger teased his entrance. Hawke spread his legs and was rewarded when the finger pressed into him, making him gasp. The more Anders felt Hawke's enjoyment, the more he wanted him.
Hawke writhed beneath Anders as the mage prepared him, until he begged, "Please, Anders… I need you…"
Mutual desire resonated between them as Anders pulled his finger out and lined himself up. "My love…"
Anders slowly pushed inside the other man, shuddering as Hawke's warm, tight flesh surrounded his cock. Sheer bliss bloomed between the two of them, echoing through them, and sharing on another's pleasure.
Hawke moaned as Anders began to thrust inside him, taking the mage's hand and squeezing it. For every thrust, Anders felt Hawke give a sharp little feeling of pleasure, in time with his moans. The shared feelings of love and enjoyment of what they were doing to one another only made this even better. Anders had been with many other partners, but this was by far the best. Love only made the pleasure that much better, and the bond amplified their pleasure by letting them know that they were satisfying their partner.
"Mmm…" Hawke moaned. "You're so big inside me… You're so amazing…"
Anders thrust harder. "Say my name, love."
"Anders…" The rogue gasped.
His lover's moans urged him on. Anders' thrusts became even faster, their sweaty bodies pushing against each other. When Hawke's climax came, a burst of love and bliss exploded through Anders' mind. It made Anders come, and the feelings doubled as his own were added to the mix.
When they were both spent, Anders pulled out and rolled off his lover's body. Hawke curled up against them, mutual satisfaction and love resonating between both men.
"What am I thinking about?" Anders whispered.
Hawke replied, "You love me. Well, I love you too." He leaned in to kiss his lover, and then murmured against his lips. "What am I thinking about?"
The mage paused. "You want me to stay here forever. Does that mean you'll let me to move in with you?" Even as the words left his lips, Anders knew what the answer was.
"Of course, Anders," Hawke said, curling up even closer to the mage and taking one of his hands. "I love you, and want to share your life with you. I want to wake up beside you every morning, sit next to you at the breakfast table, and share quiet evenings with you by the fire." Anders didn't need the bond to tell him that Hawke meant every single word.
"Did you mean what you said about Justice?" Anders asked. "He's still part of me… part of us."
"I don't care about that anymore," Hawke's hand tightened on Anders'. "I'll take him too and whatever he'll throw at me." He met Anders' eyes. "And maybe… we can learn to like each other."
Anders smiled at his lover. "I think you two are already halfway there."
THE END
