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Chapter 11 Eye of the Hurricane
A warm body wrapped around his was the first thing Anders registered as he woke up. He was a bit confused at first. He hadn't been in bed with another person in almost a year now. It came back to him as the fog of sleep cleared from his head. After returning from the Harimanns they had gone to sleep in Garrett's bed. He turned to his other side to face the still slumbering Garrett.
Garrett's face was so relaxed in sleep he looked several years younger. His slightly chapped lips were parted in sleep and just begging to be kissed. Having never really been one to deny temptation, he pressed a soft kiss to them. Garrett sighed as he pulled away and blinked awake slowly. Garrett gave him a sleepy grin and nuzzled his neck affectionately. The early morning beard burn was nice. It wasn't as coarse as some of the beards his previous lovers had sported, but it wasn't too soft either. It would leave a red mark on the sensitive skin if Garrett kept it up. He didn't mind though, they were outside the Circle. They could leave little marks of affection on the skin without fear of retribution.
"Morning," Garrett nipped gently under his ear and tightening his embrace. Anders hummed in agreement and ran a hand down Garrett's back. He could feel the scars along his spine where the vertebrae had nearly been destroyed by an accident in Denerim. Garrett hated talking about it. He was evasive and tried to brush it off as carelessness on his part. Anders had done a bit more healing on the vertebrae, but there was some healing that not even the most skilled healers would ever be able to fix. "Sleep well?" Garrett asked, further distracting the blonde as he pressed a kiss to his adam's apple.
"Very," Anders replied as he tilted his head back, basking in the attention, "oh," he said in surprise as Garrett bit down slightly on the delicate skin. Garrett suddenly rolled so that Anders was on his back with the broader mage looming over him. "But if I'm still dreaming, please do me a favor and don't wake me." Garrett gave a gruff laugh and leaned down to sharply bite down on his left trapezius where shoulder and neck joined.
"Still dreaming?" Garrett asked as he leaned in to kiss him.
"This is better than any dream." The two took their time in the kiss. They started with soft, chaste meetings of the lips. Anders nipped at Garrett's lower lip until the other man parted his lips to allow his tongue entry. Kissing first thing in the morning without taking the chance to freshen up is not the most pleasant thing, but a quick unorthodox application of an ice spell works wonders. Garrett blinked in stunned surprise when the tip of the other mage's tongue was suddenly ice cold in his mouth. It was actually very pleasant as he suckled on the other mage's tongue. Garrett decided that Anders wasn't going to be the only one who used magic in bed.
Using a very low amount of electricity he ran a hand down the blonde's neck and side, stimulating the nerves close to the surface of the skin. He could feel him shivering from the sensation and bucking up against him as he wordlessly begged for more. The hands that had been stroking the thick, hard muscles of his back had tightened and starting clawing at him. They broke apart for air, both panting now from want.
Anders wrapped his legs tightly around his waist and flipped his over so that Garrett ended up flat on his back. Garrett gave a slight 'oof' at the sudden movement. Anders took hold of his wrists, keeping them on either side of his head. He pretended to struggle, but put not real effort in it. He was too enraptured at the hungry look in the amber eyes staring down at him. The pupils were blown wide and nearly consumed the entire eye. Garrett swallowed and felt something in him uncoil.
"Mine." The blonde leaned down to kiss him without releasing his wrists. Garrett did struggle a bit more now wanting to wrap his arms around the other man. He opened his mouth again and let the blonde plunder his mouth. Let him mark him like he owned him. Anders kissed him deep and wet for a time, tasting every inch of what was his. Eventually, he slowly pulled back and released Garrett's wrists. The dark haired mage buried a hand his hair and placed the other on the middle of his back. Garrett was breathing heavily as he pressed kisses to his cheeks, forehead, chin and even his nose.
"Mine." Garrett echoed back. Yes, I am yours and you are mine, both thought. Anders pulled away just enough to look down at the other mage. Garrett was spread out before him like a feast. And he was feeling very, very hungry. He licked his lips and leaned back down to kiss Garrett nearly hard enough to bruise. He back working his way down the other mage's long form. He started by tasting and nipping at the tendons in his neck and shoulders. His shoulders were as a hard as those of any day laborer with matching tan lines. Next he worked his way to his chest. The pectorals were strong and broad with a dark dusting of hair. The nipples were dark and pebbled. He took one in his mouth and laved at it before tucking it between his teeth and gently biting down. The mix of pain and pleasure caused the other man to buck up and moan. Seeing how sensitive his mageling was there, he did the same to the other nipple. Garrett thrashed under him as he pinched and rolled the nipple not currently in his mouth. "Please." He begged, for more, for less, for both? Garrett wasn't sure, but knew he didn't want to stop. Anders pulled of and smiled up at him.
"Please, what? Stop?" Garrett shook his head hastily, "what then? Tell me, love."
"More, please, more." Anders grinned at the whine in Garrett's voice, moving up to kiss him on the mouth. Garrett whimpered and held onto his shoulders tightly.
"See, all you had to do was ask." He wiggled free of Garrett's grasp and continued moving down the other mage's body. When he reached his groin he could see the obvious tent in his smalls. He opened his mouth and sucked on the hard flesh through the cloth. Garrett groaned at the heat of the mouth he could still feel through the thin layer of cloth. Strong hands massaged his thighs as the blonde continued to torture him. Anders finally took pity on him and stripped him of the last barrier between them.
Sweet Maker, he was magnificent. It was a bit shorter than his own, but a bit thicker. The Maker had been generous to Garrett when he had created him. A few drops leaked from the tip. Anders licked them up greedily. His first impression was of salt. Garrett was gripping the sheets in a vice grip now as he tried to keep his hips relatively still. Anders rewarded him by taking the head of his cock into his mouth and sucking. Another taste of salt and musk hit his tongue. He worked his way down until he had swallowed him to the hilt. He could feel the tip hitting the back of his throat as his nose was buried in dark curls. He could smell and taste the other man's arousal and by Andraste's tits that was intoxicating. He began working the length in his mouth in a steady rhythm, tracing the veins with his tongue as he moved his mouth up and down. Garrett had both hands firmly on the back of his head now. He tugged at his hair, but not too hard, just enough to give a hint of pain. As Anders felt his throat relax, he encouraged the other mage to take his mouth, moaning when Garrett hit the back of his throat with a deep thrust.
Anders was pulled off with a wet pop. It took a moment to get his voice back as Garrett dragged him upwards to kiss him again.
"I don't want it to be over so soon." Garrett panted, the wet head of his erection brushing his lover's abdomen as the two moved together, "not yet."
"Alright," the blonde breathed, "how do you want to do this?" He would let Garrett control the pace. He was the more experienced one and had no preference either way so long as both men enjoyed themselves. Garrett blushed a bit, which was probably even more adorable in these intimate moments.
"I want you in me." Garrett seemed almost shy now, "if that's ok." Anders smiled and gave him a short peck on the lips.
"Of course it is." He sat up and glanced at the nightstand beside Garrett's bed, "do you have anything we can use?" Garrett rolled over to open the drawer and pull out a small glass vial. Anders sniffed it. It smelled like the cedar oil Garrett liked to put on his skin after bathing. That would do quite nicely. Garrett lay on his back and spread out his long legs. Anders poured some of the oil onto his fingers and moved to kneel between the other man's legs. He could see that Garrett was fully aroused now, his cock dripping precome onto his belly. He licked up some of the drops, purring against the taut muscles of Garrett's abdomen. He trailed a finger down past the younger man's cock and balls to the quivering ring of muscle behind them. He circled the ring, barely putting any pressure before slowly sliding the first knuckle of one finger in. Garrett was tight around him as he slowly worked the first finger in. To ease any pain he took the other man's cock back into his mouth and laved at the head with his tongue. With more oil and patience he was able to work in a second. When he felt the muscles relax a bit he spread the fingers to stretch him more. Garrett hissed at the slight burn, but it was soothed away with a small bit of healing magic. A third finger was added and he found Garrett's sweet spot. The other mage arched off the bed as sparks shot behind his eyes.
"Again, please," his pleas were rewarded with another stroke to the spot. He continued to stretch and work him open, careful to send a wave of healing magic whenever Garrett felt any pain. "Now, I need you now," Garrett begged. Anders pulled his fingers free from Garrett's tight entrance and quickly removed his smalls. Garrett grabbed the vial and poured some on his hand. He took Anders in hand and stroked him as he covered his aching shaft with the oil. Anders whimpered and bucked into the other man's grasp. He nearly came right then and there. He managed to get himself under control and remove Garrett's hand. He had heard of Grey Warden stamina, but this was not the time to test it.
He moved to lie between Garrett's legs and positioned himself carefully against his lover. He took himself in hand and slowly pushed in. Garrett spread his legs wider to make it easier and he felt the head of his cock pass through the rings of muscle. Slowly, inch by inch he could feel himself sinking inside the tight heat of his lover. Garrett gasped as he felt the hard, unyielding length penetrate him. It was agony, it was perfection, it was more than he had ever thought it could be. Tears pricked his eyes and he felt Anders kiss them away, brushing his cheek as he whispered soothing sweet nothings. He could take this little pain if it meant greater pleasure was bound to come. He tugged Anders down for a sloppy open mouthed kiss that distracted him from the pain. His body relaxed further, allowing the blonde to slide in deeper. Anders moaned as he was buried to the hilt inside his lover.
It was better than any dream. He could feel the muscles of his lover's heat twitching and clenching around him, keeping him close. He waited for Garrett's body to adjust to him before he started moving. He pulled out just a bit before thrusting back in. Garrett moaned as the head of his cock hit that wonderful spot inside him. Garrett wrapped his legs tight around his waist and looped his arms around Anders' neck.
"Say it, please." Anders whispered into Garrett's ear, "my name, my real name, say it." He had never given his real name to any of his other lovers. He had never wanted to before. It was something that could be used against him if given to the wrong person. But with Garrett, it had a safe place. Garrett pulled his head down so that their foreheads were touching, their lips barely an inch apart.
"Wil, my Wilhelm. I love you, Wilhelm Von Huldibrand."
"And I love you, Garrett Hawke." He picked up the pace, thrusting hard and deep inside in lover, both now breathing hard as they moved together. Garrett's hard cock throbbed between them as Anders continued to thrust inside him, flexing and angling his hips to hit all the places that made him gasp and moan. Anders reached between their bodies and wrapped a hand around Garrett's slick cock bringing him over the edge. Garrett's body arched off the bed and tightened to the point of near pain as climax washed over him. A few more thrusts inside that rhythmically clenching passage and Anders was spilling himself inside his lover.
He carefully pulled out and moved to lay beside Garrett. For a few moments neither of them said anything as they caught their breaths and basked in the afterglow. Garrett grabbed a rag from his bedside table and used it to clean them up. When he was done he tossed it aside and curled up Anders and wrapped an arm around the blonde's waist.
"Better than any dream, definitely." Garrett dropped his head to rest on Anders' shoulder, "I should tell you now, I've never been a man before, well until now." Anders lifted his head. He would never have guessed that he would be Garrett's first. "That doesn't bother you does it?"
"Why would it?" He pressed a kiss to Garrett's sweat soaked forehead, "So long as I'm your last." Garrett hummed contentedly and snuggled close.
"I want you beside me till the day we die." Something tightened in Anders' chest. He knew that with the taint in his body that day was closer than he cared to think. He couldn't give him the decades a normal person could, but he would make the best of the time the Maker would give them.
"I'm not going anywhere," he pulled up the blanket they had kicked away during their lovemaking and tucked it around them. "Love you." Garrett was already snoring softly against his neck, but he heard him in his dreams. They would have to get up and face the world in a little while, but they would enjoy this small respite until the world called them to action once more.