A/N: Since I had begun writing this for a prompt to make Hawke jealous, I felt like this is where that part of the story had come to an end. But I loved writing about these two (and this whole group) so much that I have already started work on the next part-so there will be more! In fact, there is a already little drabble I wrote for them that I will post here too. Again, thanks so much for all the reviews and favorites-they never fail to make me smile!

When Fenris had said he was going to convince Anders to move into the manor the blonde had started imaging all sorts of wonderful ways he could be convinced.

During the trip back to Kirkwall, after Anders had cheekily shot down his first few arguments, the white-haired elf had quickly caught on that this was just a game that they were playing. The healer was grateful for that because he didn't really want to hurt his lover's feeling or worse, cause him to give up, when Anders had every intention of giving in. Eventually.

But what he didn't expect was that the Tevinter was going to fight dirty.

As soon as they got back into town, since it was still midday, Anders went straight to the clinic. Fenris begged off and said he had some things to take care of and he didn't show up again until after Anders had closed everything up for the night.

When he did make an appearance he looked freshly washed and sweet-smelling, with his hair once again a bright white. Anders was immediately conscious of the fact that he had only been able to scrub his hands all day, and he felt like he was still covered in several weeks worth of deep roads. He thought longingly of the giant bathtub in Fenris' manor and sighed to himself. The damn elf was not going to make this easy.

He smiled anyway and said lightly,

"Well, you're all shined and polished aren't you? Give me a few minutes to clean up so that I'm fit company and I'll join you."

Fenris just raised one smug eyebrow and silently followed him back to his room. He had grown comfortable with the Tevinter's presence while he attended to these everyday chores, but now he felt self-conscious once again, because he knew every bit of his shabby, piecemeal existence was going on the tally Fenris was keeping in his head.

But Anders was nothing if not expert in ignoring the better choices for the poorer ones, so he just kept cheerily washing away while Fenris put on his casual, broody leaning show in the corner. It wasn't until Anders snagged a stale roll out of a small basket he kept on his table that the white-haired elf finally broke his silence.

"You may not be aware of this, but along with a very large bathing room the manor also has a fully equipped kitchen."

The healer chuckled as a vision of the elf pulling a loaf of bread out of an oven while dressed in his spiny armor flashed through his mind. So far, he had only ever seen Fenris either fully armored or completely naked. It was a little hard to imagine him in anything like ordinary clothing. He wasn't sure he even owned any regular clothes, and he felt a little twinge at the thought that Fenris would never wear anything other than armor down here, because he felt himself to be on guard duty.

"Are you offering to cook for me? Because while that would be adorable I just can't see you tying an apron over your breastplate."

Fenris scowled a little, and then sighed in vexation.

"So far I have given nothing but excellent, valid reasons for why you should move. You will be safer there at night and it is better that the people you help do not know where you sleep. The manor has more resources and despite its decrepit outward appearance it is still better living conditions than down here."

He waved his arm in an encompassing gesture during the last statement, and then he breathed in deeply while wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"This place stinks. Even before I disposed of the corpses the manor still smelled better than this. I do not know why you persist in your refusal."

Anders grinned at him and shrugged breezily.

"I have been comfortable enough in Darktown for years now, so why those are good reasons, they just aren't convincing enough for me to want to move to snooty old Hightown."

Fenris shook his head in mock despair as his voice dropped a few registers.

"I can see that you will continue to be unreasonable, even when presented with unassailable logic."

That tone of voice was usually the precursor to wonderful things and just hearing it made Anders' stomach tighten in anticipation.

So he wasn't prepared as Fenris fidgeted uncertainly, looking down at his hands and then anywhere in the room but at him. Then the elf stepped close to him, his gaze on the floor and his shoulders drawn together, something in his posture giving him an air of vulnerability, armor or not. And Anders really wasn't prepared when the elf tilted his head just enough to turn the full force of his enormous, liquid, soulful eyes on the healer. His previous bedroom voice now sounded unsure, almost shy as he rumbled out,

"I suppose I understand why you hesitate. I know the manor is not even mine, and so it seems that I do not have much to offer you…but it is all that I have."

Anders crumbled as if he were made of sand. Maker, those eyes...he looked so wounded. He had thought Fenris was playing along, he'd never meant to make the elf feel like he didn't think he was good enough. Anders had already started to reach out, contrite words forming on his lips, when he spotted the tiniest twitch at the corner of Fenris' lips. The Tevinter had an almost perfect Diamondback face, but the healer had been learning to read him, and this time he managed to spot the tell.

"You...you bastard. You manipulative bastard! You were putting me on! I actually thought your feelings were hurt. Oh, you are going to have to work so hard to convince me now."

The little twitch turned into a full smirk as Fenris just shrugged,

"It almost worked."

Later that night Anders' got another glimpse of the underhanded tactics his devious lover was willing to employ when he fucked him through the bed. Literally.

Technically it was through the cot, after Fenris had used all his so-far-acquired knowledge of the things Anders liked most to get him as wound up as possible, then proceeded to give him the most vigorous fucking of his life. So vigorous in fact, that as Anders was arching his back in surrender to the furious thrusting of the elf's hips, the normal creaking and groaning of the cot turned into a loud crack as the flimsy legs gave out and snapped, sending them crashing to the floor.

Suspiciously Fenris just so happened to have one arm wrapped under the healer's chest, so as they fell he managed to keep both his feet and the other arm out to the sides so that it braced them from the fall.

As Fenris let him settle to the ground the absurdity of what had just happened suddenly struck Anders. Lying on the destroyed...deliberately destroyed, he was sure, remains of his bed with a devious elf's enormous cock still lodged in his ass...once he began laughing he just couldn't stop. He shook with it, silently, tears leaking out of his eyes as he fought to pull air into his lungs. When he finally managed to breathe in again the laughter turned into actual giggles that just would...not...end.

Fenris eased out of him and just lay against his back, and when the blonde turned to catch a glimpse of him over his shoulder, the look of wary bemusement on the elf's face set him off again. Oh maker his sides and stomach were hurting. He couldn't remember the last time he had laughed like that.

He finally brought himself back under control, somewhat, and between the chuckles that still kept squeaking out he managed to say,

"You know, I have about a dozen more of these cots in the clinic. Did you plan on doing this until every one of them is busted?"

A quick look of chagrin passed across the elf's face, but then he leaned close to the healer's ear to say in a husky whisper,

"I have a real bed, as you well know. A big one, with a headboard, and bedposts. I think we would be much more...comfortable in that bed."

He had a point, and Anders didn't really have a counter argument. So instead of replying the healer leaned back a little and just wriggled against the still-interested hardness he could feel behind him, effectively changing the subject.

Before leaving that morning Fenris extracted a promise from him to at least visit the manor, saying that he had something to show him that he was sure would change the healer's mind.

Of course that put all sorts of distracting thoughts in the healers mind, and he could hardly wait to extinguish the lantern and leave that evening.

When he arrived at the manor he walked into the front entry and paused at the bottom of the stops to call softly,

"Fenris?"

He was faintly surprised to see the Tevinter appear out of one of the hallways leading from the main room. Not that he had been a frequent visitor before, but he had never seen Fenris make use of any of the downstairs rooms. Fenris walked toward him quickly, ushering him up the stairs as he spoke.

"Here is what you are going to do. There is a chair in the middle of the room. You are going to sit on that chair and close your eyes until I tell you to open them. Do you understand me?"

Anders hadn't really been sure what to expect when he got here, but among the things he had imagined, sit here and keep your eyes closed wasn't one of them. It had potential, but not I'm going to chain you to the bedposts and do filthy things to you until you promise to stay kind of potential, which is frankly what he had been imagining ever since Fenris mentioned that his bed had bedposts.

"You know, usually when you are trying to persuade someone you do a little less ordering around and more asking nicely"

He stopped just inside the room and seemed to take in a breath as the healer walked past him. Then he said, very deliberately and with a great show of patience,

"I am asking nicely. Please keep your eyes closed and I think you will be pleasantly surprised."

Anders noticed that the elf looked more disheveled than he normally did, and he was acting oddly twitchy. Fenris didn't normally do twitchy, so now he was more curious than ever. So he obediently walked over and sat in the chair, making a big show of squeezing his eyes shut and then placing his hands over them.

He heard Fenris leave the room and he thought he heard him go back down the stairs, although he always moved quietly so it was hard to be certain. He waited long enough that his arms grew tired from holding them up, so he let his hands fall into his lap although he still kept his eyes shut. Well, mostly shut. He did crack one eyelid to peek every now and again because he just couldn't stand it.

Eventually he heard sounds that indicated Fenris was returning and he squeezed his eyes tightly again. With his eyes closed, he felt as well as heard that deep voice as he approached,

"I am going to count to three and then you may open your eyes."

Anders smiled, but before he could respond a tiny, familiar sound made him snap his eyes open.

Mew

He found himself staring into a pair of light green eyes set in a petite, furry grey face. Fenris had his hands wrapped around the kitten's stomach and ribs and was holding it out in front of him the way Anders would have handled one of Varric's miasmic flasks. The healer reached greedily for the little ball of fluff, and when the kitten instantly began purring and rubbing against his hands he simply melted.

A quick, polite-as-possible check told him it was a girl, not a boy. And although she did have the perfect tabby "M's" above her eyes-which he secretly had always thought stood for "mage", not that he would tell Fenris that-she was grey and not ginger. When he had thought about getting another kitten she was not at all what he had imagined…and she was absolutely perfect.

"Oh you little darling. Yes, that's right. Who's a darling? You are."

Anders continued to coo and fuss until a loud harrumph reminded him of Fenris' presence. When he finally tore his eyes away from his precious bundle he saw that the elf was standing over him with his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised so high it disappeared into his hairline. He beamed up at the Tevinter as the kitten nuzzled at his neck.

"I have to say; of all the things I thought you might do to convince me getting me a kitten was not one that had occurred to me."

The elf's expression didn't change, but Anders noticed a telltale flush creeping along his ears as he replied gruffly,

"I didn't get it for you. When I came back to the manor yesterday I attempted to rest, but that thing kept crawling all over me and…purring. It reminded me of you…"

He broke off before the healer could say anything and held his hands out in a negating gesture.

"I wasn't thinking…I didn't…I meant it was annoying like you are."

Nothing could wipe the smile off Anders face right then, certainly not his lover's poor attempt to act curmudgeonly after doing something so sweet. So he just shrugged and said,

"It's a she. And we need to think of a name for her."

He set the cat down on his lap and sat up a little straighter so he could look her over. At a guess, he would say she was about two months old, and she looked to be in reasonably good shape. Just to be sure, he let a tiny bit of healing energy leak from his hand as he petted her, causing her to purr even louder and roll onto her back to give him access to her furry tummy.

"Let's see, she's got long legs, and a longer tail, and even for a kitten there is something rather elegant about her. She needs a regal name..so Lady…something. Hmm, her fur is really more silver than grey, and with the white markings I can't help but think of moonlight…so Lady Moonpaws. Yes, that's perfect."

He scooped the kitten back up in his arms and held her against his chest. She immediately began batting at his feathers, while he glanced back up at Fenris. The elf had a slightly appalled expression on his face as he said,

"You can't be serious. Why can't you just name her something normal, like Felix?"

"What? Who would name a cat Felix?"

"In Tevinter that was a common name for cats. It means lucky, in the sense of being prosperous, and it sounds like Felis which is the Tevine word for cat."

Anders' answer was a bit muffled, as he was rubbing his face in the kitten's fur.

"Well, first of all I'm not naming her anything common, she's so obviously special. Secondly, you never name pets Lucky. Terrible things happen to pets named Lucky, it's just the way the world works."

Fenris snorted and rolled his eyes a little, but he didn't argue the point.

"I am still not calling her by that ridiculous name. I will just call her Lady."

Anders was a little amazed that Fenris would deign to call a cat anything, but he certainly wasn't going to say that out loud. So he just replied loftily,

"Good idea, one can never be too formal with royalty."

Fenris continued wearing the look Anders had come to recognize as 'fond exasperation' and as he spoke again the healer swore he could hear the smallest bit of laughter lurking in his voice,

"So you have decided you will stay here then? You don't have to worry about a cat being eaten in Hightown"

Anders just waved his hand airily and said offhandedly,

"Of course, I couldn't just leave her here to annoy you."

That got him another snort,

"Are you going to stay here or are you going to leave her while we are at the Hanged Man?"

Cradling the cat against him, the healer rose to his feet,

"Neither. I am bringing her along, of course."

A short while later they were sitting in Varric's suite; most of the group were seated at the table while Merrill, the kitten, and Hawke's mabari all played on the hearth in front of the fire.

No one had really been surprised to see the healer show up with a kitten. However, when he gleefully announced that Fenris had given her to him-ignoring the sharp look the elf sent him-that had brought about some shocked looks. Hawke's face looked as if he had just gotten a good whiff of the sewers, Merrill had looked delighted, Varric and even Sebastian had smiled in amusement, and Isabela…well, if Isabela said 'Oh Fenris, a kitten?' one more time Anders thought it likely the Tevinter would toss her down the stairs.

Once Isabela had managed to control her incredulity, Varric had a chance to ask,

"So broody, what brought about this uncharacteristic show of generosity and…fluffiness?"

Fenris shot him a irritated glower, but he must have decided he wouldn't get any peace unless he answered so he finally said,

"I have been trying to make Anders see that it is safer for him to stay at the manor. Since he refuses to be swayed by reason I resorted to bribery."

Hawke made disgusted noise in his throat and half under his breath he said,

"You two are just nauseating"

Then louder,

"Do you really need to bring that thing to Wicked Grace night? It's distracting Noble."

Anders gathered the kitten back up against his chest and replied haughtily,

"Lady Moonpaws is a she not an it. And I hope Noble is distracted because for once I'd like to win a game against your blasted mabari. Besides, if I want her to be an adventurer like Pounce I need to take her everywhere so she becomes accustomed to it."

He directed his attention at Fenris, who had started giving him the 'quirked eyebrow of amusement' as soon as he had said her name.

"You know, now that I think of it, it's a good thing that you found her when she was still a kitten. It's so much harder to tame and befriend a fully grown cat once they've grown up feral."

At that, those marvelous eyes softened and for once an open, affectionate smile broke over the elf's face. Anders felt something buoyant flutter up in his chest that couldn't be dissuaded by Isabela's snicker or the retching sound Hawke started making. He held the kitten tighter as though she were the only thing to keep him from floating away as Fenris said in his velvet rumble,

"Somehow, I think you still would have managed."