Apologies about the delay! It seems like LJ has gotten its act together, so the updates can resume here. For those of you who may not be aware, the new DA2 DLC came out yesterday and is amazing! I would have gladly paid double for it just for the extra time with Anders, but the dialogue you get with him is priceless. Without revealing anything, there's no option but to take him with you, especially after you're romancing him. Just to hear him call Hawke "Love" is enough. It's perfect!

And then it finally happened. Anders' body went completely rigid as the most electric and wild feeling he'd ever experienced coursed through every single part of his body. His release wasn't necessarily of much greater quantity than it normally was, but the feeling that accompanied it made his toes curl, his hair stand on end, and caused the loudest scream he'd ever produced to leave his body. The words that left his lips were an utterance of curse words so foul that later Bodhan would quietly pull Hawke aside and ask him never again to do what they had done that night to cause those words to be screamed, at least not with Sandal in the estate. But Anders had hardly a mind to even know what he had said. As he felt the last rush tear from him and splash upon his abdomen and chest, his body went completely numb, leaving him with only enough strength to gasp for breath.

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard," the warrior said with possibly the biggest grin he'd ever sported plastered upon his face. There was no doubt that he was quite pleased with himself. He pulled his softening length out of the mage and crawled over to his lover to lay on his right side. He took a few fingers and slid them against the ejaculate that had landed on Anders' abdomen. He scooped a little up and brought it to his mouth, moaning at the taste. "Now, I think you'll have to agree with me: that was worth it."

Anders had just now caught his breath, drawing the strength necessary to open his eyes and see the smug smile on Hawke's face. He sighed heavily before he spoke. "How did you know it would be so good, Love?"

Hawke chuckled as he pressed his lips against the mage's shoulder to give it a few soft kisses. "I didn't. I knew it was supposed to be good, but I was having my doubts towards the end there. Glad to see that I was right, as usual."

"You're such an arse," Anders spat as he rolled over onto his side so that he was now facing the other man. "But I will never doubt you again. It was like my orgasm was having an orgasm."

"Sounds fantastic," the warrior said after he leaned in to kiss his mage. "Aren't you supposed to go on and on now about how I'm always right, and how you love me, and how I have the biggest dick ever?"

"I do love you, but I'll have to inform you that your dick, though impressive and one for the record books, is not nearly as large as your ego."

"Well nothing is, Darling." Hawke pulled himself away and got up into a standing position. "You going to sleep on the rug all night?"

Anders groaned and rolled over onto his back so he could get a good look up at his lover. "I don't think I have the strength to get up. Just throw me a pillow."

"No way, Anders. You know I hate sleeping by myself, and there's no way I'm going to do that with you still in the room. Who am I supposed to kick in my sleep if you're not there next to me?"

The mage laughed. The bed really was not big enough for him to escape the kicking or arm-slinging that occurred nightly. "You have my permission, just for tonight, to allow Dog to sleep next to you. There's no way I can get up. My limbs are like jelly."

"I'd rather sleep next to you. He's a brunette, and you know I prefer blondes." Hawke leaned down, sliding one arm under the mage's shoulders and another under his knees, and then stood up, bringing the other man with him. "Fuck, you're heavy," he groaned as he carried Anders over to the bed.

Anders was set down gently before he spoke. He settled in, lying on his side. "You're the one that keeps feeding me, Love. And it's not like I have your sweet tooth."

The warrior climbed into bed next to his lover, pulling the sheets over them. He inched up next to the mage, lining up the contours of their bodies. "I suppose that's why I love you so much, jelly legs."

Several moments went by in silence. Hawke draped an arm over the other man's middle and nestled his head in the blonde hair he loved so much. He had nearly nodded off before he heard Anders' mutter "thank you" under his breath. The warrior just smiled and tightened his grip. The best part of this whole thing being over is knowing that I don't have to help translate manifestos or get him a damn cat.

"I am getting absolutely nowhere in this translation, Love. I could really use some help." Anders was busy, nose-deep in books, making some sort of attempt to translate his writing into a third language. Unfortunately for him, Orleasian was not something he was picking up easily.

"Well, just sit there in silence then! I can do this all by myself," the mage looked over, frustrated that he was receiving no sort of response. "I still love you, though. You're too cute not to."

The quill dropped from his hand, allowing it to go over and stroke the top of his new kitten's head. The soft, orange fur felt divine under his tired fingers which were covered in paper cuts from his own frustrations. The kitten began to purr as he crawled over the scattered papers on the desk. He stepped down onto the man's lap and began to knead with his snow-white paws against Anders' robes. Once he felt he had made the robes comfortable enough, he curled up and closed his eyes. Anders smiled, the purring music to his ears. He'd all but picked up his quill once more when he heard the door to the library open.

"Sorry I'm late. I can never find my way back from Sundermount without taking a wrong turn and having to spend extra time with the Dalish. Strange people, the Dalish."

"Oh, Love! Well, this is embarrassing. You've caught me with another man's head in my lap."

Hawke squinted and walked over to the desk. He peered down at the mage's lap and saw the tiny orange tabby. With a gauntleted hand, he gently reached down and picked up the creature, bringing him face to face. "Now you listen here, Mittens. That is my mage. You can sit in his lap, but that's it. Otherwise, I'll feed you to Dog."

Anders reached up and grabbed the kitten from the armored warrior. He brought the kitten close and hugged him against his chest. "Guard Captain Mittens, Love. And that's no way to speak to a man of such high rank."

"Does Aveline know that she lost her job to a scrawny little feline?"

The blonde set the kitten down on the ground and then balled up a piece of parchment to roll across the floor for him to play with. "She was demoted because she was too busy having sex with Donnic all the time. Mittens saw an opportunity to rise in the ranks, and he took it. He's a hard worker, and he deserved the promotion. But poor Aveline will probably never be the same."

"Tragic," Hawke said with a smirk. He leaned down and kissed the top of Anders' head. "I'm going to go get a bath before all the blood becomes one with my skin."

Anders looked up to see what Hawke was talking about. "Andraste's tits! You sure none of that is your own blood? Do you need me to heal anything?"

Hawke laughed. "You can work some of your magic on me later. But it's bath time now."

"Just make sure you hurry," the mage called out to him as he started to leave the room. "Orana should be done cooking dinner soon." With that, Anders went right back into his translations.

By the time he decided to part from his paper work and go into the dining room, Hawke was already sitting at the head of the large wooden table. He was making several poor attempts to throw grapes up into the air and catch them in his mouth. Luckily for him, Dog sat at his feet, eager to clear away the evidence.

"Why didn't you come get me?" Anders asked as he took a seat to the right of the other man. "I completely lost track of time."

"Clearly," the warrior said with a smirk. He reached over to a dish near him and ripped a leg off of a turkey and set it down on his plate. "You've been so caught up in your manifesto lately that I thought I'd just leave you to it. So be it if I had to eat a cold meal."

"You're so selfless," Anders replied as he rolled his eyes. He reached for a bowl of mashed potatoes and began to scoop some out for himself and then for the other man. "It's just difficult getting out all the words I want and then translating it. By the time I get it all done, I realize there's so much more to say and then have to do it all over again."

"Maybe you just need to take a break and get laid," the warrior said before biting a huge chunk out of a roll. "I know I do. You know how long it has been?"

A/N: so no one hates on me, I know that grapes are bad for dogs. I am a veterinary student after all. I just couldn't think of something better for Hawke to be tossing in his mouth (besides Anders' cock). And I'm just going to have to assume that, since mabari seem to be superior to man's best friend anyway, grapes aren't toxic to them.