A part of Anders knew that he should put a stop to this. The elf was clearly not himself but, Maker, it felt so good to be touched like this again. Fenris' fingers kept combing through his hair, cradling his head as a devoured Anders' mouth. That lanky body pressed so close he could feel the other's hard cock against his hip. The mage shifted his leg so his thigh was in between the elf's legs, giving Fenris something to thrust against and Anders was rewarded with a throaty moan for his efforts.

He shouldn't be doing this. He really shouldn't be doing this. But it became harder and harder to do the honourable thing when all of Anders screamed to take what was offered and run with it.

Fenris kept nipping, licking his way over the mage's chin and down to find that sensitive spot underneath the ear that made Anders moan like a whore. Lyrium covered hands pulled his hair, baring Anders' throat and Fenris sank his teeth into the exposed flesh. The possessive gesture went straight to the mage's cock. Andraste's arse, he was wearing too much clothing. He wanted to be naked. Now.

It had been too long. Too lonely. Despite Justice reassurance that they would be together forever, Anders had never felt lonelier in his life. Even his year in solitary confinement paled in comparison to the feeling of being alone in a crowd day in and day out. Forced to give himself completely but never being able to pause and receive in return. No self-indulgence. No attachments. Over the years he had resigned to the fact that he had become nothing but a tool serving a higher purpose. Part of him believed it was punishment for his selfish lifestyle until he had opened his soul to the Fade spirit. He had almost forgotten how good, how right it could feel to get lost in another person even if it was just for a few hours.

His heavy coat landed on the floor with a thud. The soft sound seemed to have startled the elf out of his trance because his hands left Anders' hair and Fenris lifted his head to look into amber coloured eyes. Oh, but he was beautiful. Lips flush and red from kissing, a crimson blush covering his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. Sylvan green eyes huge and shimmering with lust and raw hunger, hunger for him.

The elf stepped back and for a second Anders thought Fenris would stop and tell him to go, snatch away this wonderful gift. But that was evidently not the case. Almost feverish the warrior began to rip at his own clothes, tossing them away until he stood, light from the fireplace dancing across his lyrium adorned skin, naked and gorgeous and aroused. Anders drank in the sight. How was a red-blooded man supposed to resist this?

There was no answer. No objection. There was just Anders' lust and want and need, and to the Void with all else!

xXx

'You are here and if you are here it cannot have happened. It was a dream, a bad dream, a nightmare born from fear, fear of losing you forever. I need you. I need your touch, your stupid grin and your infuriating cockiness. I don't care what you are, what we are, you are mine!'

Memory and thought blended together, mingled until they were indistinguishable from each other. The warrior felt possessive lust surge through his body and soul. He kissed the other man over and over as if they had been separated for years and had to make up for lost time. It felt so good, so right. Part of him wondered why he had expected to feel pain when they touched but the thought scattered when his lover shifted his leg, giving him something to grind his throbbing cock against.

'Can you feel what you do to me, how much I want you?'

The elf licked a path down to kiss his lover's neck, gripping that beautiful red-golden hair, forcing the other to submit to him.

'Now show me that you are mine!'

The man in his arms moaned and exposed his neck in surrender. But it was not enough, still not enough. He needed to touch, to feel his skin, he needed everything.

It took every ounce of willpower to step back. He ripped at his clothes, tearing them off, watching amber eyes watching him, wanting him. For a split second Fenris realised that this was madness that the mage was not...

Before he could finish the thought his lover approached him bare chested, laces of his breeches undone, his hard cock straining against the thin fabric. 'How do you want me?'

'How do you want me, Leto?'

Fenris was gone and all that was left was the want and the need to reclaim what was his.

He surged forward, pulling his lover against his naked flesh. They kissed hungrily, stumbling towards the bed, shards crunching under foot but they were too distracted to care. Boots and breeches landed on the floor next to the bed.

The warrior cried out when his lover took him into his mouth, working his cock with clever lips and tongue, slicking him with spit and he needed him to stop or it would be over too soon. His hand fisted in blond locks forcing the mage to let go. His lover looked at him, amber eyes burning with lust between unruly bangs and that vexing knowing smirk, knowing how much he affected Fenris that only he got to see the elf like this, unguarded and wanton.

Maybe it was time to remind the mage that the same was true for him. Fenris didn't let go of his lover's hair until they were eye to eye and cock to cock.

'On your stomach,' he commanded in a low growl against pouty lips. 'So demanding,' the other smiled against his cheek but he did as he was told. Fenris rolled over to settle between his lover's spread legs, drawing the palms of his hands up over his thighs, spreading him open. The mage buried his head in the pillows trying to stifle a moan. That wouldn't do. 'I want to hear you!'

Fenris felt his control slipping again when the blond's wanton cry bounced of the walls as Fenris' tongue pushed inside him. Each flick dragged the most fantastic sounds from the mage's throat. It had to be soon or never.

'I can't wait any longer,' Fenris growled as the only warning before he pressed his cock wet with spit and pre-cum against his lover's entrance. The mage twisted his head to give him a look that was all the permission he needed before he pressed forward until he was completely inside that tight heat.

They moved together, never wanting it to end. Fenris fisted his hand into red-gold hair again forcing his lover up and against him, telling him how good he felt, how much he wanted him, emphasizing each sentence with a thrust of his hips, driving them closer and closer to the edge until the mage threw his head back against Fenris' shoulder, muscles tightening around the elf's cock as he came. It was the end of him as well. Fenris saw blue-white light as he followed, shouting his lover's name like the magical password to the forbidden cave, and for one brief moment it all came back before darkness claimed him again.