A/N: I wasn't going to write a second chapter, but then somehow this happened. Just smut, no plot, a little fluff ;). Hope you enjoy.
Megan wasn't a religious person as a rule. Yet, as she climbed the stairs up to her own suite of rooms, she sent a fervent prayer of thanks to the Maker. The evening sun was shining through the window like a blessing from above, bathing everything in a soft orange glow. The rain had finally stopped. All through the past week, it had come down in thick sheets, making the rivers swell high, and turning the roads into muddy ravines. Even the Pilgrim's Path, leading from Amaranthine down to Denerim, had become impassable for a while. Which wouldn't have been a problem if she'd been safely at home, at Vigil's Keep. But no, she'd been stuck in Amaranthine with Sigrun, Thorin, and Oghren.
The mere memory made her yawn. Their inn had been agreeable enough, but she had been bored out of her mind within the space of two days. The two lovebirds had spent most of the time in their room – not that she blamed them. Oghren had settled down at the bar, sampling the various brews and drinking himself into a pleasant stupor. Whereas Megan had been left to her own devices in her room, without anyone to take care of her or entertain her.
She headed straight for the bath and emerged half an hour later, clad only in a thin housedress, freshly scrubbed and already feeling considerably revived. She couldn't wait to see Carver and Nate. Boredom always made her horny, and she was hungry for them, for their caresses, the heat of their bodies. But as she approached her study, she heard the sound of muffled voices coming from the room. Male voices, and not just the two of them. Did they have company, at this hour? It was hard to suppress a tinge of irritation.
When she opened the door, her suspicions were confirmed. Nate and Carver were there, Nate in an armchair near the fireplace, Carver settled comfortably at his feet, leaning back against his long legs. But they weren't alone. Anders was sitting at her desk, leafing idly through a thick volume whose title she couldn't make out.
And at the table, Zevran was busy filling several goblets before turning to face her with a big smile. "Ah, cara. It is good to have you back. Allow us to welcome you home properly, yes?"
Megan didn't know what to say. Part of her was sincerely touched by the gesture. They were smiling at her expectantly, all four of them, and on the table between them, there was a tray of snacks and a large carafe of wine. Some fine vintage from Antiva or Nevarra, no doubt. Zevran could be relied on to pick something good.
But, at the same time… Her gaze wandered over Nate and Carver and she almost moaned aloud. They looked so delectable, dressed only in light pants and shirts, happy and relaxed. Nate's hair was unbraided for once, and her fingers itched to run through the black, silky strands.
Zevran's smile widened as he watched her reaction, fine laugh lines crinkling the corners of his eyes. Anders, too, was smiling to himself as he turned a page. I wonder why they find this so amusing. With a tiny, irritated exhale, Megan walked over to her two lovers, reaching for a goblet in passing. Carver moved aside a little to make room for her, and Nate readily pulled her in his lap.
"Meg. It's been a long week without you." His voice was hoarse with want, and Megan felt a shiver race down her spine.
Carver looked up at her, and the heat in his gaze was almost tangible. He didn't say a word, just placed a warm, firm hand on her thigh, and once again, she had to bite back a moan. No, this won't do.
She turned to face Anders and Zevran, placing her goblet on the table with a heavy thunk. "Look, guys, I really appreciate this, but… I've missed my boys, and I-"
"We've all missed you, Megan." Anders rose to his feet in a fluid motion and walked over to them. "All four of us." He bent down and brushed his lips softly against hers.
Next to her, Nate groaned at the sight, tensing all over.
Megan gasped as the implication of Anders' words hit her. "You've worked this all out without me, then?"
Carver winced, and she immediately relented, running a calming hand through his thick hair. She hadn't meant to sound so aggressive. If she was honest, there was really nothing she didn't like about the whole scenario.
"Don't be mad, Meg." Carver turned and rose to his knees, facing her, and the expression on his face was so earnest and eager it made her heart skip a beat. "We just want to make you happy. You know, like last time."
Megan's throat was almost too tight to speak. "I thought…" She swallowed again, hard. "I thought we'd agreed to never mention that again."
"Not outside this room," Zevran corrected, a sly smile on his handsome face. He, too, had joined them, on the other side of the chair, and his hand was now lightly tracing her collarbone, making her tingle all over. "In here, it's a different story, don't you think?"
Megan's skin prickled in anticipation, but she still hesitated. Last time, they had all been drunk and it had been easy to blame everything on the wine. This time, however…
"Don't worry, Meg." Nate's voice sounded warm and rough, right next to her ear. "Whatever we do tonight, it won't leave the confines of this room, I promise." He breathed a kiss on her neck. "You're right, we've talked, and we're all very clear on this. We're all reasonable, grown-up people, and this changes nothing. We just want to… have fun together." Extending a hand to Zevran, he pulled him into a brief, but heated kiss. "We all want this, Meg. If you say yes…"
Megan chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip. They were surrounding her on all sides, watching her, and she could feel their desire, quite literally in Nate's case. He was hard as a rock already, straining against his thin pants. But the others, too… they were looking at her as if they wanted to devour her. Carver's hands were hot on her legs, Anders' skin was fairly buzzing with suppressed magic, and Zevran was licking his full lips slowly, smiling that predatory smile of his. Maybe there were women out there who could have resisted their offer. She most certainly wasn't one of them.
"Go ahead then," she whispered, leaning back against Nate's hard torso, and he laughed softly in her ear.
Carver made a small, satisfied noise, deep in his throat, and he didn't waste any more time. His strong hands spread her wide, shamelessly wide, and he tore off her smalls with an impatient huff. Megan whined, expecting his mouth on her any moment, but Zevran stepped in, holding him back, gently moving his head further down. Carver complied, kissing his way up her thigh, slowly, light as a feather, driving her almost mad in the process because she couldn't wait to have his mouth on her.
Behind her, Nate made a small strangled noise, and then he reached out to kiss Anders, deeply and hungrily, his hand snaking between the folds of the mage's robes. Anders whimpered, his hips moving unconsciously while he quickly undid the fastenings and threw off the garment. Underneath, he was stark naked, and Megan stared at him, feasting her eyes on him without a trace of shame. So lovely.
Anders was nowhere near as muscular as the other three, but he had an exquisite body, long and lean, his skin pale enough to look almost translucent in places. When she reached out to trace his ribs, to follow the soft trail of golden hair on his belly downwards, he trembled visibly under her touch. He had such a pretty cock, too, long and slim, slightly curved, his flesh taut and hot under her hands when she touched him.
Nate's hand joined hers, his strong fingers wrapped around her smaller ones, and Anders gasped hard, staring down at their hands with single-minded focus. Just then, Carver finally reached his goal, breathing a kiss upon her core, snaking his tongue between her folds, and Megan cried out sharply, going taut all over.
Zevran had somehow managed to bare one of her breasts, and now he took her nipple between his lips and teased it gently, then sucked harder, adding the tiniest of bites before he quickly lapped at it again to soothe the sting. Carver's tongue was getting more insistent by the minute, claiming her thoroughly, seeking out every sensitive spot, thrusting inside her until she thought she'd die from pleasure.
Nate was still holding her tight with one hand. "Well, Meg?" He was breathing fast and hard. "Who do you want first?"
Megan shook her head. It was impossible to decide. She wanted all of them, right now. And she needed to see them, to feel them. Letting go of Anders, she quickly freed Zevran from the confines of his breeches, moaning at the sight of his cock, hard and ready and weeping fluid. Down between her legs, Carver got the hint and shed his remaining clothes, and he, too, was more than ready to take her. And behind her, Nate seemed close to losing it altogether, grinding himself against her ass through their clothes.
"Who, cara?" Zevran was panting, too, his hand squeezing Carver's shoulder in a punishing grip. "Tell us."
Megan's eyes darted from one man to the other. Try as she might, she couldn't make up her mind. Zevran had shrugged off his shirt, too, and they were all so beautiful, so perfect, and she knew exactly how each of them would feel inside her. No matter who she chose, it would be wonderful. She'd missed Zevran, and Anders was always exciting, with the added extra of magical stimulation. But on the other hand, she hadn't been with Nate and Carver in over a week. How could she possibly-
"Meg." It was the expression in Carver's eyes that finally decided her. Such sheer, unadulterated devotion, such a sincere plea - there was no way she could resist.
With a small, helpless noise, she slid from Nate's lap straight into his arms, straddling him and taking him in as deep as she could. Carver cried out, shaking all over, and pulled her to his chest, holding her so tightly their bodies practically melted into each other.
"Maker, Meg." His voice was shaky with emotion. "You feel so good."
Zevran moved smoothly behind him, embracing him, embracing them both, supporting Carver's back, and Carver let his head sink back against his shoulder with a long, grateful sigh.
"Kiss him," Megan whispered at Zevran. "Please."
The assassin complied with a low, warm laugh, and it was so hot, watching them kiss, feeling Carver's whole body react to the kiss, hearing him moan. Instinctively, Megan tightened her legs around him, then pushed herself up, just a little bit. Zevran immediately took hold of her hips, lifting her higher, until Carver whined in protest at the loss of her heat. Pushing her down hard again, Zevran took her cry of abandon right from her lips in a fiery kiss that left her trembling like a leaf.
They were so close, all three of them, so close it was easy to share kisses, easy to lose track of who was touching her where. Easy to feel every twitch and shudder of Carver's body as Zevran slowly worked a finger inside him, teasing and caressing him with such merciless efficiency that Megan wasn't surprised when Carver suddenly went taut as a rope in her arms and came with a final, jerky thrust.
He didn't pull out of her at once, just sank back onto the floor, taking her with him. Megan smiled at the blissful expression on his face. But she didn't have much time to enjoy it because Zevran had moved behind her and was gripping her hips and lifting her off Carver, eager to take his place. When he thrust inside her, Megan mewled with pleasure. It was so good to have more, so good to be full of his hard cock, pushing her unrelentingly closer toward the edge, and she liked the feel of Zevran inside her, always had. She delivered herself completely to him, her back arched to give him better access, her head resting on Carver's chest where she could hear his heart beating wildly. So good.
Once Megan had made her choice, Nate hadn't wasted any time pulling Anders onto his lap in her place. It had almost driven him to distraction to keep still, as turned on as he was by Megan's hot body and Anders' kisses. The mage was just as eager, unlacing his pants with trembling fingers, moaning unrestrainedly when skin met skin. Within moments, the two of them were rutting against each other, their lips meeting in another long kiss.
Nate loved Megan and Carver more than life itself, but there was something about Anders' kisses that made him hungry for more of them, always more. He could never get enough of that taste, sweet and honeyed, with the faintest hint of magic. And he loved the way Anders would sigh into his mouth, as if he was relieved to finally, finally have what he'd craved. Anders was all need, no holds barred, so intense it was almost scary at times, and yet it was utterly addictive.
Calming down a little, now that they were finally touching, Nate spared a glance at Zevran, wondering if it was the same for him when he was with Anders. Did he truly appreciate Anders' love, did he feel the same? The assassin was busy embracing Carver, running his hands along the younger man's trembling flanks, but when he noticed Nate looking, he flashed him a quick smile. His eyes grazed over Ander's bare back in passing before he returned his focus to Megan and Carver. It was the briefest of glances, but his protective expression was unmistakable, and it made Nate relax a little. Yes, Zevran cared, and he would do everything in his power to keep Anders safe. Good. He needs someone to look out for him.
"Nate?" Anders had pulled back a little and gave him a bemused look, halfway between amusement and concern. "Are you still here with me?"
As if I would want to be anywhere else! With a shiver, Nate returned to the present, threading his fingers through Anders' red-gold hair and dragging his head back to expose his neck to his kisses. Anders responded enthusiastically, even though Nate had been rough, bordering on brutal. But then, he likes that sometimes. Nate had noticed bruises on his wrists more than once after a particularly wild night with Zevran, but when he'd asked, Anders had assured him that the assassin knew exactly how far he could go. He would never do anything I haven't asked of him, Nate. Don't worry.
And of course, Anders was anything but fragile. Vulnerable, yes, more so than most people thought, but not weak. It was easy to forget it, here in the chair, with his long, slender body pressed up against Nate's hairy, muscular chest, but on the battlefield, Anders was a force of nature. Nate loved it; to see him sizzle with untamed power just before he'd cast a fireball or a blizzard; to watch him take his staff through the complicated set of motions required for a lightning spell. Anders might have little of the brutish, barely tamed force in him that made touching Carver so exciting, but he had another kind of strength, and it was just as impressive.
And Maker, he definitely knew what he was doing! His hands on Nate's cock, on both their cocks, were skillful enough on their own, but when he added a touch of magic, as he did now, there was no better feeling in the world. Nate bucked up hard into his grip, suddenly unable to wait any longer, and Anders laughed softly, with a triumphant undertone that was wholly justified.
Carver and Zevran had traded places in the meantime, with Zevran taking Meg from behind while Carver held her, and that, too, was hot. Nate knew he wanted to see them, to keep watching them, but at the same time he had to have Anders, and soon. With an impatient sigh, he spun the mage around in his lap and trailed his hand down Anders' spine, tracing each delicate vertebra in turn. Anders leaned into his caress, arching his back just like a large cat, and the image warmed Nate inside, his chest filling to the brim with affection. It's a wonder he doesn't purr.
Nate had remembered to bring some oil, a small bottle discreetly stowed away in his pockets. He dug it out now, wiggling completely out of his pants at the same time. His shirt had disappeared a while ago, as had Megan's dress, and looking around him, he was dizzied by the amount of bare skin on display. They were all so beautiful. Megan's pale, lithe form, Zevran's golden skin, the muscles rippling in Carver's chest... It was exciting beyond belief to be surrounded by all this, to hear their sighs, and to inhale their musky scent.
The bottle opened easily, no thanks to his shaking fingers. Nate poured a small amount into his palm, and then got to work on Anders, smiling at the small eager noises he received in response. When he couldn't bear it any longer, he pulled Anders close, breathing in his scent. "Ready?"
Anders nodded, and he carefully lifted him, then lowered him down on his aching cock. It was hard to keep it slow, but Anders' low moan of pleasure was all the reward he needed. Once he was fully settled, Anders leant back against him, eyes closed, face open and trusting, and Nate had to pause, to savour the moment. Oh Maker.
Carver held Megan in his arms, doing his best to support her while Zevran moved inside her with a lithe sinuous grace that was wholly beautiful to watch. Some part of him actually rebelled against this, at watching her with someone else other than Nate, some small insecure part that kept whispering nasty thoughts at him. What if she likes him better than me? What if she leaves me for him, leaves us? But when Meg glanced up at him, he could see nothing but love and trust there. She clung to him as if he was her lifeline, even as her eyes were losing focus, even as Zevran was taking her relentlessly higher and higher.
She screamed in the end, convulsing all over, her whole body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and Zevran followed her with just a few quick, pointed thrusts. Megan was still shaking by the time he pulled back. Carver kept holding her, stroking her hair, muttering soothing nonsense in her ears until she had calmed down enough to slide off his body.
Zevran was kneeling between Carver's outstretched legs, and now he ran a gentle hand up his thigh. "I'll never cease to be amazed by you Wardens."
Glancing down, Carver blushed hotly. He was half hard again, true. No wonder, what with the way Megan had wiggled against him, not to mention the noises Nate and Anders were making over there, in the chair.
"You are a lucky girl indeed, carissima." Zevran slapped Megan's behind lightly, an affectionate grin on his face. "With two of those marvellous specimens in your bed, I bet they can take turns pleasuring you for hours."
Megan laughed weakly. "Well, believe it or not, Zev, but right now, I need a break." She closed her eyes, exhaling deeply. "The two of you have worn me out."
Probably not for long, though. Carver gently ruffled her hair. "Don't worry," was all he said aloud. "I'll let you rest." Instinctively, he glanced over at Nate, but it was obvious his lover was still very much occupied with taking care of Anders.
Zevran followed his gaze, chuckling softly. For a moment, he locked eyes with Anders who was moving slowly on top of Nate, and the look they shared was so warm and intimate that Carver felt like an intruder for witnessing it.
But Zevran was already turning back to him. "Ah, no. We can't possibly disturb those two. However…" He stretched slowly, favouring Carver with a heated look from under his long, blond lashes. "Maybe… Do you want me, caro?"
"Do I-" For a moment, Carver was speechless.
Zevran was still watching him, his amber eyes hot and intent, and the mere thought of what he'd suggested sent Carver's budding arousal spiralling higher. His cock twitched eagerly, and his blush deepened even further.
Zevran laughed again, but there was no malice in that laugh. "It seems I have my answer."
Slowly he trailed a finger along Carver's length, and it was… No one had ever touched him like this. Zevran's fingers were dancing over his skin so gently, light like feathers, but at the same time so unerringly precise that he seemed to hit every single nerve Carver possessed. With a small cry, he arched up, and just like that, he was fully hard again.
Megan had turned on her side, watching them. Her posture was heavy and relaxed, but her eyes were alert.
Zevran glanced around and found the oil bottle Nate had discarded. "Watch, both of you," he commanded, his voice hot and smooth as sin.
And they did. Carver felt his face heat up again at the sight of Zevran patiently preparing himself, but there was no way he would look away. And Megan… Her lips were half open, and it was obvious she didn't want to miss a moment of this.
When Zevran finally touched him again, liberally coating his cock in the remaining oil, Carver was too far gone to worry about details. All he knew was that he wanted this, wanted Zevran, and he only hoped he could make him feel as good as Nate usually made him feel. Zevran guided him patiently, letting them both take their time. And it was mind-blowing, so tight, so hot, so wonderful. With a deep sigh, Carver began to move.
Anders was beginning to fear he was dreaming all of this. He had had his share of sexual adventures, both in the Tower and afterwards, but being here, with those people he cared about so much, watching them pleasure each other in turn, watching Zevran, first with Meg, then with Carver – it was almost too good to be true. And then of course, there was Nate, deep inside him; Nate's hand on his cock, stroking him with confidence; Nate's lips on his neck, kissing, nibbling, and licking the salty sweat off his skin. No, it had to be a dream. Only, the Fade had never looked and felt as exciting, and the sparks racing along every nerve in his body were real enough, so real that he knew he couldn't possibly last much longer.
Zevran was right there, on the floor in front of him, looking up at him with eyes that were dark and hazy with lust while Carver moved inside him, gaining confidence with each stroke. Nate gripped him more tightly, but then his hold faltered, and Anders nearly whined in frustration. Shit. He must be close, too.
It was fortunate that Megan had been watching them. Before he knew what was happening, she was kneeling before him, her mouth closing around him, hot and soft and perfect; her small hand cupping his balls. She sucked once, slowly and deliberately, and Anders came so hard he nearly fainted. Sweet Andraste have mercy. For once, he didn't feel the urge to come up with a more colourful curse.
Behind him, Nate groaned roughly and jerked hard against him. Megan withdrew with a smile, licking her lips and placing a quick kiss on the tip of his cock.
Anders cupped her cheek in his hand and smiled back. "Thank you," he breathed.
Then his eyes fell on Zevran and he knew what he needed to do. Raising his hand, he muttered a quick spell.
Zevran was jealous of the Wardens' stamina. It just wasn't fair, the way they could go on for hours and hours, with no sign of flagging. He'd spent years learning how to husband his strength, how to hold off orgasms and keep going even afterward. Whereas they just bounced back immediately, always ready for another round. It wasn't fair.
Still, he couldn't deny that he appreciated Carver's staying power, as well as the boundless energy that kept the younger man pounding into him, hard and fast. It felt good, more than good, and Zevran took a wild pride in the rapt expression on his face. But, he was getting exhausted and the tiniest bit sore, and-
A blissfully cool wave washed all over his body, followed by a hot spike of renewed desire. Zevran felt a smile spread over his face, and he twisted his head to mouth a silent Thank you in Anders' direction. The mage didn't reply, but the warmth in his eyes made Zevran swallow. Thank you so much, amore mio.
They had agreed early on in their relationship that there was no need for them to be exclusive. Both of them had spent most of their lives in happy promiscuity, both of them had grown up in environments where fidelity was a liability rather than a virtue. Zevran had known from the beginning that Anders had a thing for Nate, and he himself had never made a secret of his attraction to women, and to Megan in particular. They both knew none of this was a threat to the bond they shared.
Carver pulled back and slammed into him with renewed force, and Zevran felt the powerful thrust all through his body. Quickly, he returned his focus to the young man. Carver had a tendency to be stubborn and graceless, more often than not, but he deserved to be treated with respect and attentiveness, as much as anybody else he'd ever taken to bed.
"Carver, please." Zevran kept his voice gentle as he took one of Carver's hands and moved it to his cock, showing him how he needed to be touched.
To his surprise, Carver was a quick learner. Nodding briefly, he mimicked the movement with astounding precision. Zevran nodded in approval, and Carver laughed breathlessly. With just a little guidance, he soon managed to match his strokes to his thrusts, his eyes fixed eagerly on Zevran's face. It didn't take much longer. Zevran came with a long, heaving shudder, spilling all over his stomach, and Carver followed him without hesitation, eyes wide with wonder.
Megan took them all over to her private bathroom for the inevitable clean-up, then sank into her bed with a grateful sigh. Her eyes fell shut the moment her head hit the pillow. Nate settled next to her, pulling her close with an indulgent smile, and Carver joined the two of them, gazing adoringly at Megan's face.
Zevran shot a furtive look at Anders, receiving a barely perceptible nod in reply. Together, they made for the door, heading out with no more than a quick nod at the trio on the bed. Time to go.
Giant hugs and thanks to my awesome beta, suilven.