Apologies for the delay...RL is killing me! But there should be an update tomorrow and definitely another Sunday. The rest of the weekend is iffy though. Once again, I'd like to thank everyone for the overwhelming support. It's good to know that people get off on torturing Anders as much as I do!

Anders wrapped his arm around the other man's waist. "It's hot when I talk about being impaled? And you're going to lose it? I deserve an award for making it this long."

The warrior ignored these last words, shoving his face into his lover's neck. He nipped and licked as they continued to walk. "I'm going to impale you so hard when we get back." The mage just laughed and they both increased their pace. They'd end up having each other on the steps of Hightown if they didn't make it back to the estate quick enough.

Once they made it home, Hawke threw open the door to the estate and pulled Anders inside. He shoved the blonde up against a wall. The warrior crashed his lips hungrily against those of his lover. Their hips pressed against each other, hands reaching for clasps and buckles to shed the cloth imprisoning their bodies.

"Ah, you're home! I was just about to turn in for the eveni-" Bodhan began, cut off by the sight of the two men. Anders tried to push Hawke away, but the warrior simply removed his lips from the mage's neck. The rest of his body remained pressed against the other man.

"Goodnight, Bodhan."

The dwarf quickly exited to the foyer, and Hawke grabbed the mage's robe and pulled it off. He groaned at the sight of Anders' pale skin and leaned down to lick and nibble on one of the mage's nipples. Anders moaned at the sensation, but placed his hands on the warrior's shoulders to push him back.

"Love, can we please take this elsewhere? Preferably somewhere behind a closed door."

Hawke looked up at him and frowned. Growling, he straightened up and stomped away, making his way towards the stairs. Anders picked up his robe and followed him until they were inside the bedroom. Hawke was staring into a freshly lit fire as the mage entered, and he did not move his gaze once he heard the door click shut. His arms were folded tightly against his chest. Anders sighed and threw his robe over the back of the desk chair and made his way over to his lover, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"If taking me down there was that important to you, we can always just walk back downstairs."

The warrior reached down, pulling away the arms from around his middle. He turned to face the mage, cupping his chin in his right hand. "You're frustrating."

"I'm frustrating?" the blonde answered. "I hardly think that's true considering what you're doing to me."

The warrior scowled. "What I'm doing to you is supposed to be an exercise of control. You controlling yourself, but most of all, me having more control over you. But since this started, you've fought me constantly. You question me, you deny me. And that just will not do."

Anders offered a weak smile. "You're in charge, Love."

"Of course I am. And if I want you on the floor of the Chantry in front of the Divine herself, I expect you to indulge me." Much to the mage's surprise, he could feel the blood rushing down to his loins at the thought. "Get undressed."

Anders stepped back and began removing his remaining clothes. Hawke licked his lips and he watched him and then started to remove his own clothes. Once they were both completely nude, the warrior walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. The mage didn't need to be told what to do; he immediately went over to his lover, kneeling down between his spread legs. With one hand, he gripped Hawke's length and looked up into his eyes, not sure what he was looking for. But those blue eyes spoke volumes; they stared back with hunger and need. After sliding his hand up and down the shaft a few times, he removed his hand and took the length into his mouth.

The dark-haired man groaned as he watched himself disappear beyond sweet, plump lips. "Everything I've been doing has been for you, Anders. You aren't respecting me, and you don't appreciate it. So you can't have what you want until you prove to me that you know your place." Another moan escaped his lips as the mage began to take him in further. "Oh fuck, yeah. That's good – so good. But you can do better."

Cupping the back of Anders' neck, Hawke kept him in place as he stood up. He pressed hard against the other man's neck which caused him to take in his cock almost to the hilt. The mage gripped at the warrior's thighs, trying to resist, but it was useless. His throat was completely filled, and all he could do was gag and choke. After a few seconds passed, the hand on his neck released him. He pulled back, gasping for breath.

"Again, Anders," Hawke demanded.

The mage cleared his throat and reached for his lover's throbbing length. He placed his lips over the tip and slowly started to slide down it until he felt he could go no further. Once again, he felt a hand grip at the back of his neck, pushing him roughly forward. Another inch slid in and he gagged again. This time when he was released, he did not pull back. Instead, he breathed through his nose and remained in place.

"Fucking great, Anders. Oh, Maker –"

Anders then pulled back some so he could start to work his mouth up and down the length, but Hawke pulled away from him completely. He frowned, thinking he had done something wrong, until the warrior knelt down next to him on the floor, leaning in to kiss and bite his neck. Hawke pulled away again. "Go sit in front of the fire."

The mage wanted to obey, or at least he told himself he did. But he was aching for more immediate contact. He grabbed onto the warrior's shoulders and pulled their bodies together. He kissed the slightly larger man hungrily, begging him to part his lips. Yet, he was met with resistance. "Do as I say, Anders," Hawke commanded as he pulled back.

With a soft sigh, Anders got up and walked over to the fire. He sat down on the rug in front of the hearth, stretching out his legs and leaning back on both of his hands. Hawke walked over to join in. He got on his hands and knees and crawled over the mage. Taking Anders' erection in one hand, he began to pump it up and down. The mage moaned and pressed his body upwards for contact. Their forehead rested against each other as the warrior's hand continued to work up and down the shaft.

"Now you're going to show me how much control you have over yourself," Hawke said as he took his hand off of the length. He, instead, grabbed Anders' own hand, guiding it to his cock. "I expect you to stop once you're almost there." With that, he moved away to sit in front of the mage.

Anders grasped himself in his hand and slowly began to work his way from shaft to tip. He looked down to watch the precome liberally leak from the slit on the head. He let it coat his fingers, helping him ease over his length.

"Look at me." The mage tore his gaze from himself and looked over at his lover sitting in front of him. Hawke had taken his own length into his hand, working it a bit faster than the other man. Hawke groaned. "Talk to me, Anders. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to let me cum." The blonde tightened the grip on himself. "But only if it's what you desire."

Hawke chuckled as he increased his speed. "Oh, now you're just trying to flatter me. Fine, then tell me about what you think about when you normally do this when I'm not around."

"I-uh," Anders was having trouble forming words as he continued to stroke himself. Multitasking was not one of his talents. "I don't do this anymore. You always take care of it for me."

The warrior frowned. "Fuck, Anders, indulge me a little! What did you think about when you used to do it, all alone in your clinic aching for me?"

Anders slowed his hand as he thought back to the years before their relationship had begun. Justice didn't exactly approve of all the time he spent thinking about Hawke rather than their cause, but that didn't stop him from becoming intimately acquainted with his cock. He thought the two of them would never be together, so his fantasies were all that he had.

"I would think about all sorts of things," the mage began. He increased his speed. "I thought about what it would feel like to hold you, and be with you. What it would be like for you to kiss me, touch me…" he trailed off.

Hawke starred him straight in the eye. "Did you think about what it would be like for me to fuck you?"

Anders moaned. "All the time. I tried to image what it would feel like, to have you inside me completely. To have you stretch me, pump into me…fill me with your hot seed. Oh, Maker.."

The warrior pumped his length furiously as he listened to his lover, feeling his release coming near. "Was it how you expected it?"