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Anders arched his back into the lips moving over his chest. He hissed in a breath as Fenris' teeth scraped over his nipple. They were leaving for the City of Amaranthine in the morning. From there they would catch a ship to Kirkwall and make their way to the Anderfels. Anders was looking forward to seeing his friends in Kirkwall. He had missed them this past year, and letters were not the same as talking to someone face to face. Even though Fenris wouldn't admit it, he was looking forward to it too. Aedan and Oghren were going with them. As one of the companions that had been instrumental in helping the Warden-Commander during the fifth blight, Oghren's words—Maker help them all—carried weight.
It went without saying that Zevran was going as well.
Aedan hadn't even bothered to argue the point. It showed Anders just how much Aedan was worried about this visit that he didn't want to leave the elf behind. Nate as second was to stay and take over the running of the arldom and the keep in Aedan's absence.
Anders was worried about Fenris. Not only were they going to the Anderfels, but they would be so close to Tevinter. The Anderfels had a long history with their neighbors. They had been conquered time and again by the Imperium, causing strife between the two countries. The Anders as a people did not forget easily. They were as immovable as the mountains they called home and had memories as high as the peaks. Escaped slaves learned quickly to move on from the Anderfels for warmer, more welcoming climes. Weisshaupt was situated near the border of the Imperium. Fenris had confided that he had never crossed that way, since he had escaped further north and made his way through Antiva instead.
Thank the Maker for that.
There were going to be two reactions to Fenris in the Anderfels. Either he would be derided for being a lanky, beautiful elf, or he would be lauded for having such great ability in battle. You never knew with the Anders. The mage's memories of the place were so distant now, but he could still recall how only the strongest men had ruled in each village. The more proof you could show of your ability to protect what was yours, the more respect you got. Anders had a hard time as a child. He had been tall and thin for his age, genetics and malnutrition warring against him. He had never had the ability to swing a sword the way his father did, and the man had lamented to whoever would give him a sympathetic ear, that Anders was useless and not worth what little food he was given.
The women were even worse. They were as hard as the men, and learned from a young age how to care for the brutes that ruled over them. Maybe Anders had a skewed opinion worthy of Fenris, but he couldn't shake how much he hated the place and the people there. Living so close to their once oppressors and dealing with an unforgiving blighted land, could only breed a stubborn set of people. Might made right in the Anderfels and it was the reason the wardens held such power there.
The king was ineffectual and weak, seen by all as nothing more than a figurehead. The First Warden ruled in the Anderfels in truth. The wardens were the epitome of strength. They fought the darkspawn that still flowed in slow trickles in the country, and Tevinter—if they were so inclined—would have to move around Weisshaupt to get to the interior.
So no, Anders was not looking forward to this trip. As Fenris enclosed his mouth around Anders' cock and rolled his sac gently between his fingers, all the bitterness and worry slipped away. Andraste's tits, he never got tired of this. He wove his fingers through Fenris' hair, loving the feel of the silky strands as they glided over his thighs. As much as he loved his lover's mouth on his prick, he loved it more when Fenris whispered obscene things to him as he moved inside the mage. Just thinking about the things Fenris had said to him two nights before had his balls drawing up tight against his shaft.
Fenris had wanted to watch while Anders touched himself, something that he had never done before for the elf-not on his own. With his thighs spread lewdly on the bed and his hands on his cock, Anders had stroked himself while he had three fingers working in his ass. Fenris had sat on the edge of the bed, his avid eyes heated as he watched Anders.
It wasn't until Fenris started speaking in a low voice that Anders had truly lost what little sanity he had. He had asked Anders if he was thinking of him when he touched himself, thinking about his cock shuttling in and out of his backside and pounding him into the mattress. Did his fingers compare, or was it not as good as the real thing? He forced Anders to admit to filthy things, asking him if he had ever wanted to see for himself if Aedan and Zevran were as loud in the bedchamber as they were in person. Fenris delved into Anders' secret fantasies without judgment or censure. He asked if Anders wanted Fenris to be cock deep inside him while he watched Aedan take Zevran, or have the other wardens in the keep watch what a slut Anders could be when he had a large prick inside him. Fenris could fuck him in the middle of the dining hall under the lustful gaze of all. He would make Anders scream in ecstasy while they saw how Fenris treated him like a fuck toy.
Anders' eyes snapped open and his body tensed, his buttocks clenching as he felt himself tip over the edge, and his hips pumped his cock between Fenris' lips without care for the elf. He cried out as he came, his balls emptying themselves down the elf's throat from Fenris' ministrations and his own memories.
As he lay panting on the bed, Fenris shot up and straddled his chest. Anders obediently opened his mouth in expectation and the elf didn't disappoint. He rubbed his glans over Anders' lip and the mage licked the taste of pre-cum off. His tongue darted out and lapped at the leaking slit. He could never get enough of Fenris. Whatever the elf wanted from him, Anders would easily give. It had become a game of sorts with them, to see how far Fenris could push Anders in the bedchamber before the mage told him it was too far.
It hadn't happened yet.
There were times when Fenris fucked him so hard, that Anders couldn't see the fine line between pain and pleasure. There were other times when Fenris made love to him, rocking into him gently with soft caresses and sweet kisses. Anders didn't know what Fenris he loved more. Both of them fed a craving inside him, one for the times when Anders just needed to be used. The other for when he wanted an emotional connection that no one else could give him.
As Fenris slipped his cock between Anders' lips and pushed inside, he gripped the mage's hair and pulled it roughly from his hair tie. Anders hair was the same jaw length it had been ever since he had left the wardens. It was cut a little bit straighter then it had been. He had been doing it himself with a knife and the results had always been a mish-mash of lengths. The string that Fenris had stolen from him had frayed and fallen off long ago. The elf had taken to snagging other ones to replace it without a word to Anders.
Fenris slid his hands down Anders' cheeks, his callused palms catching on the stubble. With his thumbs placed under his jaw, he tilted the mage's head back as he angled Anders' throat. He braced one hand on the headboard and slowly rolled his hips, inching his cock further and further in Anders' receptive throat. When Fenris was balls deep inside him, he paused. Elves had no hair anywhere on them except for their heads. It allowed Anders to feel nothing but smooth skin as his nose touched his lover's pelvis. Anders took in a few deep breaths through his nose—he knew what came next. Fenris' musky scent swamped him and he closed his eyes and moaned around the cock in his mouth, sending reverberations down the shaft. One more breath and Fenris pinched Anders' nose shut. Anders rolled his eyes upwards to see Fenris staring down at him, his hair falling around his face and shutting out everything else, his eyes half lidded in pleasure.
"Good boy…" Fenris moved his hips back and forth in shallow strokes. Anders was literally choking on the elf's cock and he loved every second of it. The need to breath clawed at him, but the desire to see that undone look on Fenris' face was greater. Fenris always waited just a moment longer each time he did this, pushing the boundaries of what Anders could tolerate. With his hands on Fenris' hips, Anders knew he was safe. All it would take was a squeeze of his fingers and Fenris would pull back. Anders savored the moment, Fenris' cock gliding in and out of his wet, stretched lips, the moans the elf made and the taste of his excitement on his tongue.
"You're so good at sucking cock, Anders. So—guh—good," Fenris ground out. The fingers on Anders' nose began to shake and Fenris abruptly let go, his hands scrabbling against the headboard for purchase. Anders gasped in a grateful breath, before opening his mouth wide and letting Fenris fuck his throat. He looked up to see Fenris' head tilted back, and Anders could just imagine the look of abandon on his face.
He felt his cock leaking, pre-cum dripping down a shaft that should have already been spent. Warden stamina aside, one climax was never enough for him. Fenris twisted the upper half of his body and dropped a hand from the headboard. He gripped Anders' slippery prick and began to pump. Anders rutted into the knowing grip, sliding in and out of the tight encircling of Fenris' fingers.
The lines of lean muscles in Fenris' body began to tighten, defining his abdomen in hills and valleys. "Where do you want it?" Fenris asked in between panting breaths. A dull flush colored Anders' face and ears. Fenris always knew the answer to that, but he made Anders say it each time. It was one more little humiliation they played at, but this was different than the others. For some reason this was the one thing that pushed at Anders' boundaries, the thin line that was set up in his head. Fenris knew it and each time he asked, it was understood that he was requesting something of Anders that the mage had a hard time voicing. It was a simple question, but the answer had so many things wrapped up in it-Anders' need for degradation versus exposing it.
"Where, Anders?" Fenris repeated. The hand on the mage's cock moved faster and then paused, Fenris' fingers tightening.
Anders whimpered-a Maker damned whimper- in frustration. He was so close and Fenris' fingers were tightening rhythmically on his prick, squeezing the head just on this side of pain. He pulled his head back just far enough to speak, his eyes darting away from Fenris' intense stare.
"Please…" he begged. "You know where."
"Look at me, Anders," Fenris gritted out. "Tell me what you want."
Hesitantly, Anders looked up. The answer he gave was pulled out of him in the face of those insistent green eyes. "My face, I want you to come on my face."
Fenris gave him a feral smile, his eyes glittering behind half lowered lashes. "All you have to do it ask. Whatever you want it yours." He slid a hand over his chest while the other gripped Anders by the hair and lifted his face. When he reached his cock-slick with pre-cum and saliva-he gave himself a few pumps, his body shuddering. "Touch yourself…"
Anders bent his knees and reached around Fenris to grasp his prick. He stared at the cock in front of him as he timed his strokes with Fenris' hand. They had both already been so close, that soon they were gasping in pleasure, their panting breaths and the snapping sound of their hands punctuating the silence of the room.
Moaning, Fenris was the first to come. His hand was a blur of motion, and his prick blushed a violent shade of red. "I'm going to come," he warned. "Take it—fuck—take it…" Anders closed his eyes a second before the first stream of come shot out, splattering on his face. Fenris' cock jumped again, bathing the mage's cheek. The flow turned into a trickle as the elf milked his prick painting Anders' lips.
Anders' body tightened as he licked his lips, cleaning Fenris' essence and rolling the flavor around on his tongue. He opened his eyes to see Fenris watching him, a heated and possessive look on his face. The hand on his cock froze as he held himself on the edge of climax much in the same way Fenris held his eyes. The moment seemed to stretch on forever, until the needs of Anders' body couldn't be ignored anymore and he gave himself that one final stroke. His cock twitched, sending semen pouring over his hand, droplets landing on Fenris' back.
Fingers slid over his face, gathering up the cooling semen and pushing it into Anders' mouth. The mage's tongue cleansed each digit until there was no more left. Leaning down, Fenris crushed their lips together and Anders thrust the taste of the elf into his mouth with his tongue.
"Love you," Anders croaked. His voice was raw from the abuse his throat had been given.
"Love you too." Fenris pulled back just enough to give Anders a genuine smile that was always for the mage alone.
Nevermind, Anders thought as he gazed into his lover's smiling and sated face. I like this Fenris better than the others.