Anders couldn't hold back the laughter at his predicament. When Fenris asked what Anders wanted, he was fairly certain he hadn't requested a near death experience. Yet here he sat on the stump of a recently fallen tree with a self-satisfied elf seated precariously on the edge of his knees. All it had taken to get Fenris to open up was being his usual dashing mage self and openly risking death by the warrior's hand. Anders' earnest willingness… no, his eagerness, even… to be terrified probably also helped. And now here they were. Fenris promised more. For once, Anders didn't know whether to accept the offer.
Oh, who was he kidding? Of course he wanted it. But which did he want more, Fenris or his life?
Hmm. If he continued to live without whatever Fenris expected next, it would be with a permanent erection, he was fairly sure. That would certainly get unpleasant eventually. Fenris was uniquely stubborn and would accept no substitute once his mind was set. He would be content to torture Anders indefinitely. Were Anders to satisfy his own urges, he would risk another near death experience by Fenris' hand. Better to risk whatever Fenris planned. He might die, but he would at least die satisfied.
The elf's deep velvet voice roused Anders from his train of thought. "You think you are the only one who wants something he should not?" After what had just happened, this idea was terrifying in its own right.
Fenris continued, the smirk coming through in his voice at Anders' speechless reaction. "Each landmark you pointed out to me, I imagined taking you, as I demonstrated." Anders felt Fenris' feet wrapping around the inside of his pale calves. He allowed his legs to be pulled apart and the elf's with them. Fenris reached a hand back, and Anders waited in fear of his balls being roughly squeezed. He waited in vain.
"But I also imagined…" As Fenris began rocking his hips, Anders groaned as he guessed what Fenris might be doing. The blonde raised his head, angling it to look over Fenris' shoulder through a tangled veil of his twig entwined hair. Sure enough, Fenris untwined his feet and placed them on Anders' knees. He began to lean back, the errant hand moving in a motion that could mean only one thing.
Fenris was preparing himself. He had never wanted Anders inside him before. Past suggestions had been either ignored or met with a mix of disdain and angry refusal. Anders came to understand that it was not just a personal preference. It was an issue of trust, a reminder of times long past that Fenris wished to forget. Anders opened his mouth to speak, but Fenris shushed him before the first word came out.
Anders' concerns were assuaged when Fenris finished his ministrations. The elf considered their position for a split second before acting. Standing up halfway, he reached back to pull Anders' arms around his shoulders. "You ready?" he warned. It was Anders' last chance to back out. Damn it. "Yes," he agreed.
With a loud heave, the warrior planted his feet on the ground and reached behind, grabbing Anders by the biceps. Lyrium brands flashing, he pulled Anders over his shoulder, leveraging his unnatural strength to guide the mage in a high arc over his left shoulder and onto the ground. Once Anders was launched, Fenris watched his flight carefully, timing the fall. He leveraged his legs and rolled forward, tucking his head so that he rolled over his right shoulder. Their final position left Anders on his back, Fenris rolling over and above to face him. Fenris caught his own weight on one arm while cradling Anders' head with the other before it hit the ground. Fenris flashed his teeth in a self-assured grin as Anders recovered from a dizzy spell and his sheer startlement at having been thrown overhead and tackled during the fall.
Satisfied that Anders was comfortable, Fenris gently extracted his hand from the blonde locks. The same hand drifted up the mage's neck and down the front of his chest, where it rested over his heart. The other hand found Anders' casting hand where it sat limply on the ground. A dark raised eyebrow was all it took to communicate, and Anders cast a grease spell with an anticipatory pant. With an unnatural gracefulness, Fenris lifted himself above the blonde, his greased hand stroking an already weeping cock several times leisurely. He thrust two greased fingers inside himself before grasping the blonde's cock to aim it at his entrance. Finally, he slid down one millimeter at a time, eyes closed in concentration.
Anders understood three things new things about Fenris in quick succession. First, judging by the level of finesse, Fenris had done this before, many times. Second, judging by the tightness of his inner walls and the expression of mild discomfort, it had been months or perhaps years since he last performed this act. Finally, Fenris enjoyed this far more than Anders would have ever imagined. The warrior threw back his head and let out a long, low groan once fully seated, his muscles expanding and contracting repeatedly.
Anders must have looked surprised. When Fenris righted his head and gazed down affectionately, the lyrium lined hand gently pressed down over his heart. As if to counter any weakness shown, Fenris spoke his next words in a commanding baritone. "Move one inch… say one word… And I will kill you." To punctuate his seriousness, he lit the lyrium brands on the hand pressed over Anders' heart. Anders sighed, helplessly. He wanted to accept the terms given, but he could not speak. He wanted to nod, but he could not move. He wanted to show he understood. He could only swoon, eyes shining, and wait.
After a moment's pause, watching Anders carefully to test his ability to follow orders, Fenris began to move. He lifted himself in a perfect vertical line until only the head of Anders' cock remained inside. Then he dropped with greater speed back down, hissing in pleasure. After repeating this a half dozen times, he stopped a moment before trying something else. Without moving his legs, he moved his torso and hips in a sensuous snakelike motion, Anders' cock twitching as the muscles around it contracted. Fenris closed his eyes, his head dropping as he concentrated on the sensations and his need for control.
Tongue snaking out to lick his lips, Fenris added a slight lift to the end of each sinuous roll. Anders' already sensitive cock was being stroked by Fenris' entire body, the forbidden pleasure a potent aphrodisiac. Anders felt his legs beginning to shake as he fought for control himself. As the motions sped up, Fenris mouth opened into a pant that was perfectly timed to match. He seemed to come back to himself just long enough take Anders' casting hand into his, and place it gently at his hip, splayed so the palm was placed firm over one lyrium brand. He splayed the fingers until they came in contact with two others. The lit lyrium over Anders' heart blinked out, the hand removing itself to rest on Fenris' knees.
Anders furrowed his brow. He had seen no motion wasted so far and guessed something was expected of him. He feared doing anything that would break the spell over the living fantasy moving over him. He certainly could not ask, as this would break the rules. Swallowing, he hazarded a guess and sent the weakest healing spell he could think of through his hand. Fenris moaned, smiling, triumphant at Anders following an order neither specified nor made clear. Anders did it again, noting this time that the lyrium brands lit gently beneath his palms, the light travelling in a wave up the elf's side and down his leg.
"More," Fenris commanded. Anders was happy to oblige, if only because the concentration required to cast kept his impending orgasm further at bay. He passed a mid-strength healing spell into Fenris' body. This time the brands lit across his entire figure, starting at the hip and flowing out to his fingers and toes and up to the brands on his chin. Fenris groaned, his mouth coming back together so he could catch his bottom lip in his teeth. He hips stuttered for just a moment before he resumed his steady pace.
Anders was beside himself at the spectacle. He pushed through one healing spell after another to watch the light show and feel the heat around his cock from clenching muscles. Fenris began rising higher, timing his breathing and his snakelike motions with the rise and fall of his legs. Anders considered that nowhere else could such strength and beauty be found in a single form, much less paired with a mind capable of such singular control. Anders began to time his various spells, pushing the limits of his mana, until the rhythm became a shared heartbeat in perfect harmony with Fenris' movements. Fenris huffed with each downward push, his mind fraying to heat, eyes staying open only through the greatest effort.
"I can't…" Fenris stopped himself abruptly, resting both hands on Anders' chest, head dropped low. Anders whimpered, pushing another healing spell through in encouragement. Looking up, Fenris notice something interesting. He leaned forward and moved his hand up to Anders' cheek where dirt covered a scrape from being pushed along the ground. "Again," Fenris whispered. Anders obliged, and this time his eyes opened wide and his hips jerked despite himself. The light travelling up Fenris' body through his lyrium lined fingers brought warmth to Anders' cheek, plus a tingly pleasure. Reaching up, Anders found the scrape on his cheek was gone. Their fingers entangled. Fenris had found a way to share what he felt.
Fenris moved his hands to a pair of bruises on Anders' arms from their earlier tussle. Anders sent out another healing spell into Fenris' brands, the wave of pleasure from Fenris' fingers tingling around his arm and to his scraped elbows. The mage looked down to find the bruises gone. They continued this until Fenris was satisfied that Anders was healed from their earlier exertions. The elf even reached behind him to Anders' knees and legs, delighting in Anders' reaction as he placed his hands near the pale cheeks to heal there as well. Anders was shaking helplessly, even without further stimulation. They simply stayed in that position as Fenris watched him, smirking. Anders felt his mana replenish itself.
"Fenris, please," Anders whimpered. "I'll do anything." Fenris made a show of licking his lips. "I know." The elf began to move again, this time combining the snakelike motions with the strength of legs raising him up to the underside of Anders' cockhead again on each stroke. "Heal," he reminded. Anders had to shake his head to interpret the sound as a word, finally resuming the healing rhythm he had learned by rote. This time Fenris kept his hands on Anders' body. He tried a few different locations before settling on his fair hips, his thumbs spread to direct the heat toward the base of Anders' cock. The two formed a closed circuit, pulses of pleasure passing from one to another only to be renewed again. Anders felt himself falling into a trancelike state, the pleasure rising steadily to a nearly unbearable crescendo.
This is it, Anders thought to himself. I'm going to die. We're both going to die. And he was okay with it. Mortals were not meant to experience pleasure of this magnitude, surely. Mortality was overrated.
Fenris was grunting again with every downward thrust. Anders was moaning as Fenris reached the upswing, his healing spell returning to him as warmth and pleasure from Fenris' hands. Being together in this emboldened Fenris to speed his pace. Anders for his part raised the strength of his healing spells to his greatest abilities. Licking his lips again, Fenris reached forward long enough to gently open Anders' mouth. A tear passed out of Anders' eye unheeded, so relieved was he to receive unspoken permission to come. A strong heal passed into Anders' lips, setting off an unstoppable chain reaction. Anders' orgasm fell upon him with force, causing him to seize and spill as his back arched in utter abandon.
Anders was standing alone in a white room. Not alone. Fenris' white hair turned to reveal deep green eyes. Anders fell into those eyes as surely as if he jumped into the ocean from a fifty story cliff. But there was no floor in the white room. It was not a room at all. They stood together in the center of the sun.
Fenris for his part straightened his back just in time to feel Anders come undone. He reached up one hand, curling his tightened balls in his palm while his thumb pushed his cock down to the desired angle. As Anders continued pumping his seed into Fenris' tight channel, the elf let out a strangled moan as his cock shot a warm sticky rope across Anders' body. It was as if Anders' come was passing through Fenris' body and back out, the closed circuit lighting Fenris' body in white abandon. The first spurt made it to Anders' mouth, the trail covering his chin and lower neck. The next spurts spattered the blonde's chest and stomach. Finally Fenris released a final spurt that drooled down to a thumb at the base of his cock.
They burned in the white hot sun together. They floated together until the world returned to them.
Fenris helpfully brought his thumb up to Anders' mouth Still suffering from jerking aftershocks, Anders swallowed before snaking a tongue out to meet Fenris' thumb. The blonde rolled his tongue into a curved bowl to accept the offering, another aftershock hitting him with the taste. Humming contentedly, Fenris dismounted with a shudder. He leaned over to gather more cum from Anders' body with his long elven tongue, the pointed tip a spear travelling up the blonde's body to follow wet trails left there. After gathering all he could, Fenris brought his tongue to Anders' mouth. Anders lunged forward in desire, but Fenris pulled back in warning, curling his tongue inwards to cradle his offering. Sighing, Anders carefully closed his mouth over just the tongue, leaving the elf's lips untouched. The blonde suctioned the cum off as they both moaned a final time. Then Fenris fell sated into Anders' arms.
They lay together for several minutes, cooling off with Anders' arms wrapped around Fenris' shoulders and chest. Fenris wrapped his legs around Anders', pulling their lower halves closer together. After a deep, pleased sigh, Fenris said something Anders thought he would never hear. "Thank you."
Anders looked down, bemused. "Who are you," he slurred, "and what have you done with Fenris? Not that I mind, really. But he's decided I'm not allowed to heal him. So he'll be mad when he gets back."
Fenris sighed, resigned to a little teasing.