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Hawke glowered at him. "I won't give you the satisfaction. You're utterly impossible, Anders. There's no punishment for you that doesn't involve you moaning my name in ecstasy."

Smiling, Anders continued to stroke himself. He was close and all the talk of punishment was about to push him over the edge. "Come on, Love. Just tie me up and have your way with me. You're pissed, I understand. You can take your frustrations out on me. Please."

"What I should do is just tie you up and leave you here in the morning instead of taking you with me to the Bone Pit. Unfortunately, I might need a healer if there are any dragons wandering around."

"Even if you did leave me, you'd come back and rescue me. There's no way you could look at me, vulnerable and helpless, and not take me right there." He bit his lower lip, feeling his release coming close.

The warrior looked at him, assessing the situation. He frowned, feeling the ache between his own loins. "At least have the decency to do it away from me."

Anders scooted over to his lover, pressing himself close. His hand continued to work up and down. "Like you had the decency not to do it in front of me? I'll do you one better."

Hawke's eyes widened, realizing what the mage was intending to do. "Oh don't you fucking dare!"

The blonde would have laughed had he not been moaning so loud. His release tore through his body, balls tightening, and he came. Thick white ropes spilled from him, landing on the taught abdomen of the larger man. The warrior was shocked that Anders had actually did it, and he wasn't about to let him get away with it. He grabbed onto the back of his head before he could move away and pushed him towards the mess he'd made. The mage resisted, desperately trying to catch his breath behind all of his laughter.

"You clean it up, you arse! What the fuck has gotten into you?"

Anders weaseled his way out of the hands of the other man, and a huge smile spread across his face as he saw his seed still glistening on the warrior. "Well nothing has been in me lately, but I recently got into you."

"You are a fucking twelve year old, you know that?" Hawke shook his head as he climbed off the bed and onto his feet. He searched around in the dim light for something to clean himself up with. Anders' smalls will have to do.

"Then that just makes you a pedophile."

The warrior dropped the smalls and growled at him. "I am going to kill you!" With that, he darted from where he was standing, making his way towards the other man.

Anders yelped and jumped off of the bed, racing towards the other side of the room. "But that would make you a murderer!"

"Both of us kill people all the time!" Hawke spat back. He chased after him, but had trouble catching the mage as he quickly pivoted to change directions. His body was broad and built for close-combat unlike the slimmer mage who had made running away from others a large part of his life.

"But never twelve year olds!" Anders had leapt across the bed and then past the fireplace. He was running out of places to go, and his one option of going into the washroom could only end up in disaster. With no light in there, the mage could easily see himself slipping on the tile and falling head-first into the large copper bathtub. And that left only one option: he ran for the bedroom door. Once he got there, he threw it open, hopped over the threshold and immediately tripped over something which caused him to fall right onto his face.

The other man bounded after him and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight before him. Anders was struggling to get up off of the floor, and there was an extremely horrified elf was shaking against a wall. He instantly threw his hands in front of him to cover his nudity. "Orana, what in the name of the Maker were you doing outside of the door?"

Anders shot up once he realized what had happened and covered himself as well. He looked back and forth between Hawke and the girl, waiting for her to respond or for his lover to pry it out of her.

"Master Hawke, I'm so sorry," the elf said quietly as she peered up at him. "I was-"

The mage cut her off. "Were you listening to us in there? Spying?"

"Master Anders, I-" she simply couldn't bring herself to respond. She looked down at the ground in shame.

"It's alright, Orana," the warrior said to break the silence. He was about to open his mouth again when Anders chimed in.

"'Alright?' How is her doing that ok with you?"

Hawke ignored him and kept his gaze on the elf. "It's fine. Just go to bed Orana." With that, the startled girl ran around Anders and down the stairs, off to her quarters.

The blonde got up from his sitting position on the ground and moved over to the other man, a seething glare on his face. "Are you kidding me, Archer? You're just going to let her think it's ok to do something like that?"

"She's just curious."

"Curious? This is an invasion of privacy! It would be one thing if it was someone like Isabela, but this is an employee. Where are the boundaries?"

"She lives here, and we have sex here constantly," Hawke replied. He grabbed onto Anders' hand and led them both back into the bedroom. After closing the door, he spoke again. "If we wanted complete privacy, we'd have to live alone. And I don't know if you plan on doing the cooking then, but I'm certainly not going to do it. I burn water."

"I still don't like it," Anders mumbled as he made his way over to the bed. He climbed in and got under the covers. As he lay on his side, he could feel the mattress sink down as the weight of the other man joined him, chest to back.

"Well you know what I don't like, Anders?," Hawke asked as he wrapped his arm around his lover. He didn't wait for a response. "I don't like you turning the tables on me like this. You got the best orgasm of your life and a kitten out of it, and what am I going to get?"

"The best orgasm of your life and…" the mage trailed off to think for a moment. "My undying love and affection."

"Funny," Hawke spat. "Thought I already had that. Regardless, I should have known this was coming with all your depravities. Of course revenge would be one of them. Revenge, punishment…one would think you'd actually get off on a little voyeurism too."

Anders slid his hand to his waist to meet Hawke's, and he intertwined their fingers. "I might given the right circumstances. Maybe have Fenris watch; Maker he'd be so pissed!"

"So your ultimate fantasy would be having revenge sex with me while Fenris was forced to watch?"

"That's just a fantasy," the mage corrected. "The ultimate one would be you fucking my brains out and as you're talking dirty to me and calling me names, you'd throw in excerpts from my manifesto here and there."

"What? I can't even think of how that would happen."

"Oh, it would be great," Anders assured him. "I can see it now: you'd have stripped and tied up, teasing me and calling me names. I've been bad, as always, so you've come to punish me. So then you hover over me, stare me straight in the eye and say 'Andraste suffered at the hands of Magisters, and you're about to suffer by my own hands.' I'd act like I was scared, but, even though you're forceful with me, you've got me begging for it in the end. Once I'm screaming out your name, desperate for it, you'd say, 'Mages' gifts are granted by the Maker, and now I'm going to grant you with the gift of my thick, throbbing cock in your arse.'" He shuddered with delight. "And it'd be really hot."

The warrior did his best to hold back a laugh, not wanting to ridicule his partner. "You must have been thinking about this for a while to have it in that much detail."

Anders shifted on the bed, turning himself around completely to face the other man. He found his lover's lower lip and tugged on it gently with his teeth. "Come on, let's do it now."

"Would you let me cum?"

"Well, no."

"Then definitely not," Hawke said sternly before kissing his forehead. "Besides, we have to get up early tomorrow if we want to make it back home before nightfall. Isabela yelled at me the last time we didn't make it back in time for half priced pints at the Hanged Man. But, then again, if we have to stay out there and camp, maybe we could play out one of your fantasies."

"Isabela doesn't have a part in the manifesto fantasy," Anders said before yawning. He nestled his head in the crook of his lover's neck, sleep threatening to take over.

"No, the other one. Fenris will be there."