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Feeling the hot, sticky fluid coat him caused Anders to whine out again. He was struggling to keep calm. "It's not fair!" he moaned between pants. He laid down flat on the bed, moaning.

Hawke grunted as he stroked himself a few more times and then collapsed on the bed next to his lover. He closed his eyes and smiled at his own satisfaction as well as the frustration of the other man. When he heard the mage mumbling, he got up, still in the process of catching his breath, and moved closer to him. "What's that, Darling?"

Anders moved his head to the side so he could be heard. "I hate this. It's not fair that you get to do it, but I don't."

Hawke just smiled and got up, moving back to where he'd just been. He leaned forward and cleaned the mess he'd made with his tongue. "But you're doing so well," he managed between licks. Once he finished, he moved over to sit so that he was leaning against the headboard. He motioned for Anders to come sit between his legs, and the exhausted mage did as he was told. The larger man wrapped his arms around his lover, gently kissing up along his neck and the shell of his ear. "You're just being so good for me."

The mage sighed as he settled against the warrior. "Since I've been good, can't you just let me do it now?"

"No, not yet. You've got to stop questioning me, Anders. Trust is part of this. The more you ask, the longer it will be."

Anders groaned again. It was true that he absolutely loved being dominated and controlled by this other man, but he was struggling with this in ways he'd never been subjected to. It was hard for him to think straight. Rather than pleasing his lover, he could only think about the burning desire between his own legs. But one thing was for sure, Hawke always got his way, and there was no use fighting it. Even so, he wasn't sure he could manage to just give in completely to something like this. He leaned into another kiss. "Ok."

A hard kiss was placed against the blonde's temple. "So good. You know how much I love you, don't you, Anders?"

"Right about now, it seems like these past four and a half months have just been an elaborate rouse to earn my trust and torture me."

The warrior chuckled and tightened his hold. "Yes, Darling. As were the three years before that where I longed for you. Just for this." With that, he let one hand trail down the other man's abdomen to his nearly flaccid member. A quick brush of his hand over the head and down around to cup the scrotum was all that was needed to bring Anders' cock back to life. It took only a few heartbeats for it to stand at attention, and Hawke was eager to slowly stroke it up and down. "I would be lying if I said I wasn't getting off on this."

Anders moaned and thrust up into the hand gripped around him. "No shit. I can feel your dick hard as a rock against my back, you fucking insatiabl-"

He was cut off by Hawke using his other hand to turn Anders' head, lips crashing together. As they kissed, their tongues fought for dominance and explored every reach they could find. The warrior's hand still pumped up and down on the mage's erection, increasing speed as the kiss became more heated. They moaned into each other, Anders felt his impending release and the thrill of being allowed to actually do it. Not so fast, kid…

Hawke threw his hand off the second he felt sticky fluid slide down around his fingers. He looked at it and realized it was far too pearly white to simply be pre-ejaculate. Anders screamed out in frustration, went to grab himself, but was too slow. The warrior grabbed both of his hands and pinned him back against his own body.

"No, no, no, no, NO! I was right there. Oh fucking Maker, no!" He continued to struggle, but he was no match for the seasoned warrior.

"You are in so much trouble, you filthy little apostate!" Hawke barked. "What happened to telling me when you were close?"

"How could I talk with your lips on mine?"

The warrior bit down hard on Anders' neck. It wasn't so much of a punishment; he knew the other man would like it. But he was losing his authority fast. "Easily. You could have ruined the whole thing, Anders – gone through all of that for nothing. And because you did that, I'm going to make this last longer than I intended."

Anders whined and finally stopped struggling against the other man. He leaned back, feeling tears coming to his eyes. "I don't know if I can do it."

Hawke placed one hand over the other man's forehead, pushing his head back to rest on his shoulder. He kissed the top of his lover's head and spoke softly. "Of course you can do it, Darling. I see you do things that should be impossible all the time. This has got to be easier than healing broken bones or living with a spirit inside of you."

"When this is over, I want a cat. A tabby."

The warrior laughed. "But that would be like giving you two huge rewards – the greatest orgasm you've ever experienced and a stupid furry thing."

"Cats are not stupid," Anders said matter-of-factly. "If anything, your dog is the 'stupid furry thing.'"

"Not a dog. Mabari. When are you going to understand that?"

"Maybe you shouldn't have named your mabari 'Dog' then." Anders pulled himself away from his lover and got off of the large bed.

"I was being ironic. And where are you going?" demanded the warrior.

"Can't a man go to his own bathroom?"

Hawke sat up and frowned. "I'm not sure that you can. Just remember that more than two shakes is playing with yourself. And I forbid you to do that."

Anders just smiled as he walked away. "Go fuck yourself, Love."

Shortly after returning from nothing more than two shakes, Anders curled into bed next to his torturer. Hawke fell asleep quickly, but the other man could hardly rest. He kept contemplating just getting up and going into another room to finally give himself some sort of release. But the fear of the warrior finding out and making this go on any further kept those thoughts at bay long enough for him to finally fall asleep. He would thank Justice in the morning for taking over his time in the Fade, knowing that even there, he'd probably have trouble keeping his hands off of his dream self.

"Well someone's excited that it's time to wake up."

Shut up, shut up, shut up, the mage thought to himself. Normally he was quick to rise in the morning, but he hadn't gotten much sleep. He didn't know what Hawke was talking about, so he draped an arm over his eyes and continued to lay there. That was until he felt a hot mouth slide over him.

Anders shot up and looked down between his legs at a very messy-haired Hawke sucking on his erection. He smiled down at him, running his hands through that dark hair. All the tired flew out the window when he knew his reward would finally happen. He leaned back on one hand, the other still gripping at the warrior's hair, as he let soft moans escape his lips. Shortly, his breathing became harder, and he unconsciously began to buck his hips.

Lips tore away from flesh.

Panicked, the mage looked down at his cock and back into Hawke's brilliant blue eyes. "Wait, wait…no. You made me wait forever, and now you wake me up like this an-"

The warrior got up and moved over the other man, cutting him off with yet another kiss. "I need to go out to the Wounded Coast today, and everyone should be meeting up at the Hanged Man by seven. I expect you to come."

"Only if that last part had a double meaning to it…"

Hawke smiled as he got off of the bed and started searching around for clothes to put on. "It might. But it certainly won't if you do anything during the day. I'm putting a lot of faith in you, just letting you go to the clinic and not dragging you along with me to watch you."

Anders watched him as he dressed, hating to see every perfect, scar-covered inch of skin being covered. "I'll be good, Love. I'm getting a cat out of this, after all."

"Keep thinking that, Darling. Seven tonight. Don't be late." Hawke leaned over the bed to give him a quick kiss, and he was off for the day.

Anders thought about just forgetting about work and staying home to catch up on sleep, his manifestos, or his magnificent works of art. But he knew that the poor people of Darktown needed him. So he quickly got ready for the day and made his way to the clinic. Lucky for him and his neglected member, the day was very full. Yet, even if he had had the time to think about Hawke or attempt to relieve himself, there was enough smell of blood, sweat, and afterbirth here to kill any erection.