As always, thank you for the support! We will soon be getting into some Hawke-torturing territory, so hopefully everyone is up for that. I think it's really going to be fun because not only will he be getting pay back for what he did to poor Anders, there's going to be such an added psychological struggle because of his need to be dominant. We'll just have to see how that goes in the coming days!

Anders chuckled. "Well I know, for me, it has been three days. You've been out doing Maker-knows what up in the mountains, so I'm not sure about how long it has been for you." He had to duck as a roll was thrown at his head.

"Hey, now, I resent that," Hawke said with a scowl. "I've been nothing but faithful. Besides, I've sampled most of Kirkwall, and I found the best."

"That's an odd way to try to flatter me," the mage said as he rolled his eyes. "You sure you don't want to try out Sebastian? He's handsome."

"Sure, but, as you've pointed out, the boy spends most of his time with his dick in Andraste's face. How can I compete with the bride of the Maker?"

"That's very true. What about Varric?"

"Too much chest hair."

Anders gasped. "Well don't let him hear you say that! What about Aveline?"

The warrior couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, Darling, because you know how that would end. And if I'm actually going to take it in the arse for once, it's not going to be done by a ginger with a strap-on. I think she'd end up flogging me to death." He shuddered at the thought. "I'm into dishing it out the pain, not receiving it like you."

The mage smiled behind a goblet of water. He certainly did enjoy it when they were rough. Very rough… But tonight, he had something different on his mind. "Speaking of you taking it up your arse-"

"I-uh," Orana interrupted timidly as she stood in the corner of the room, a bottle of wine in her hand. "I came to see if more refreshments were required." Hawke bit his cheek to hold back a laugh while Anders slinked down in his chair, his cheeks turning nearly as crimson as the wine the elf was carrying.

"I'm fine," Hawke replied with a smirk. He turned his attention towards Anders. "You want to start taking up drinking to make this less awkward?" The mage just shook his head and muttered 'I hate you' under his breath. Once the warrior chuckled and thanked the elf, she left hurriedly.

"Do you pay her to show up at the most inopportune of times?" the blonde hissed after he was sure the room was cleared.

"No, she just came that way!" The warrior bit off a large chunk of turkey meat. "I really should pay her extra for it."

"You should consider not talking with your mouth full."

Hawke swallowed. "You should consider getting back to the part about my arse."

"Right, that," Anders said with a blush. He had been thinking of a way to initiate this for some time now, but he never knew how he would talk about it freely. Every time he thought he'd found the words, he couldn't bring himself to say them. But now that this was out in the open, he didn't really have much of a choice. "You mentioned it a few weeks ago, back when you were torturing me."

"I torture you a lot, Darling. You'll have to be more specific."

The mage rolled his eyes. "You know what I'm talking about. You said something about me taking you for once, back when you were denying me my Maker-given right to have an orgasm. And I thought it could be fun; a first for the both of us."

Hawke looked over at him and considered it for a moment. "Sure, but when I said that, it was supposed to be something to do if you didn't like it. And if I recall correctly, you ended up thanking me." At that moment, Dog started chewing on the warrior's shoe. The dark-haired man leaned down, head under the table, to attempt to pull the mabari away.

"It was just a thought," Anders said, embarrassed and defeated. "It'd just be nice to have something completely new for us; something neither of us had done with another person. I just love you and- oh Maker I love you so much. You are so cute and smart! Yes you are! Yes you are!"

"Aw, thanks, Anders," Hawke said with a smile as he straightened up. The smile left his face when he looked over at the swooning mage, entranced with his tiny tabby. "Get the cat off of the table."

"But look how perfect and smart he is!" Anders protested. "He got up there all by himself."

"He's licking the turkey; that's disgusting."

The mage gathered the kitten in his hands and held him against his chest. "No, he's being resourceful. Disgusting is when you eat mashed potatoes with your hands."

"Sometimes, there is no time to use a fork. Now put his majesty down so we can talk."

Ander smiled as he brought the kitten up to his face. "Did you hear that, Mittens? Daddy loves you so much that he thinks you're a king now." He shoved the kitten next to the warrior's face. "Don't you?"

Hawke took the little ball of orange fur and sat him down on the ground next to Dog. "Now, both of you leave unless you want to hear about 'Daddy' getting fucked by…your other father." Neither animal moved. Suit yourselves…

"That's really no way to talk in front of the children, Love."

"They knew what this was," the warrior said with a smirk. "Now let me just clarify a few things before I agree to you taking my virginity. Just because I'm on bottom doesn't mean I can't be in charge. I don't want to lose that."

"Well, we could certainly do it that way," Anders replied, excited that this might actually happen. "But it might be best if you just took a night off from being big, powerful, dominant Hawke. You're in charge constantly; it could be nice if you just relaxed and let me worry about working everything out."

Hawke finished off his wine and thought about it for a moment. Anders did make a good point – there was little in his world that the warrior didn't aim to have control over. It was just part of who he was, who he needed to be. But that certainly did come at a price; he was constantly worrying about things going according to plan or at least ending favorably. "And when we were done, we would just go right back to normal?"

"Sure, unless you love it so much that you never want to go back."

"Yeah, like that will ever happen. Everyone knows you're the bottom anyway."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Anders responded. "I, for one, love it when you ram your huge cock up my-"

"May I clear any plates away, Master?"

"Andraste's knickerweasles! How does she always do that?"

Once Anders had stopped dying from embarrassment, the two men left the elf to clean up and headed up to their bedroom. While Anders went to light a fire, Hawke went over to sit on the edge of the bed. He watched as the mage sparked a flame, igniting the logs, and smiled when he turned around. As nervous as he was to try something new like this, he was glad that he would be with someone he trusted as much as his lover.

Anders walked over to him and sat next to him on the edge of the bed. He placed a hand against the warrior's thigh. "You know, we don't have to do this, Love."

"No, I want to," Hawke said as he took the blonde's hand into his own. "I'm just going to need you to be gentle with me."

The mage couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, don't worry. I don't bite nearly as much as you do. It'll be nice and gentle. We'll both love it." Until I fucking get you back for denying me… Anders leaned in to capture the other man's lips with his own. He licked Hawke's thick bottom lip hungrily until he was granted entrance. Sliding his tongue inside, he was met forcefully by the warrior's tongue, pushing back against his own and straining for dominance. Anders lifted his hands to cup his lover's head, and he pulled away to speak. "You need to let me be in control, just for a little while."

Hawke looked him in the eyes and then nodded. The mage pressed their lips back together, and for the first time, took control of the situation. He plunged his tongue deep into his lover's mouth, exploring every reach. Both men moaned, partially out of the sensation, partially because of the excitement of something new. Anders gently pushed the larger man down on his back, lips still pressed tightly together, and began to work off his lover's house robes. He opened the fabric, revealing the scarred white flesh beneath and began to explore with his right hand. Hawke moaned softly against their kiss as fingernails lightly grazed over his left nipple.

Anders smiled as he pulled away, greatly enjoying the opportunity to worship his lover's body in a new way. He started to unbuckle the straps of his own robe and watched as Hawke worked off the rest of his clothes. Part of him wanted to say something, to calm the quite obvious nerves of his lover. But most of him, the part that was just aching to get a little pay back, was enjoying the unease he could see in the other man's eyes.