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"Seriously?" the mage asked as he pushed himself back. "Why is it that every time you have me come along with you, he's there too?"

"Because he's constantly available and is great with a sword," Hawke began. "No innuendo in that, of course."

"Aveline is great with a sword, and you never have her come along."

"There's another strap-on joke in there somewhere," the warrior said with a smile. "But she's busy with the Guard, even if Mittens has stripped her from her original position."

"Well next time you need me, try to find someone else besides Fenris. Or at least help him find a day job." Anders thought for a moment. "That fisting thing he does could be a wonderful form of entertainment at parties."

"'Fenris the clown' does have a nice ring to it." Hawke pulled his lover close and closed his eyes. "Now let's sleep so we have the strength to kill dragons."

Anders slid his arm around the other man's waist, kissed his neck, and made his best effort to fall asleep. Unfortunately, he wasn't gifted like his lover was in being able to instantly drift into slumber the moment his head hit a pillow. He always had a difficult time shutting off his mind from all of the important things going on in his world – the plight of the mages, translating manifestos, where would he get more feathers to replace those missing from his pauldrons. Tonight, however, he was worried about something different.

"Did you like it?"

"Hmm?" Hawke mumbled. He'd just barely drifted off.

"Never mind, sorry."

"No, what is it, Anders?"

"You never told me if you actually enjoyed what we did earlier. Switching like that," the mage rolled over onto his back, starring up at the canopy over their bed. "I just want to make sure I was good enough for you."

Hawke chuckled and leaned in to kiss his lover's temple. "You're always good enough for me, Darling. It was really good. Different, but good. Would have loved to get a release, but you're a dick and wouldn't let me. I do think my arse will be sore in the morning though."

"I'll let you have it soon enough, Love. And you'll be thanking me for it in the end too." Finally worry-free, at least for the moment, the mage was able to fall asleep next to this lover.

Anders was typically an early riser, often waking just before the sun rose itself. It was something ingrained in him from his earlier life – getting up early enough to sneak back into his room before light at the Circle Tower, rising before the Templars would on their search for him during one of his many escapes, and waking up in time to get a good helping of food in Amaranthine before Oghren took his share. And in his currently life, he enjoyed that he could rise before his lover and watch him sleep, if only before a moment, before heading off to his clinic on a typical day. This morning was different, however, because Hawke was not in bed with him. Anders got up to look over the side of the bed to make sure the dark-haired man hadn't simply fallen off the edge as he did regularly, but it appeared that wasn't the case today.

Rather than worry about it, the mage decided to just get up and go into the washroom to get ready for breakfast and the long day ahead of him. He got out of bed and went over to a dresser to find some smalls and put them on. Then he walked across the room to go to the washroom and saw that the door was only partially open, and he could hear mumbling inside. Peering in, his eyes widened at the view. "Archer Hawke, you stop that this instant!" he yelled as he threw open the door.

"Fuck," Hawke said through gritted teeth, his hand working up and down on his erection at a furious pace as he leaned against the edge of the bathtub. "How do you wake up so early?"

Anders marched over to him and grabbed the other man's wrist, pulling his arm away. "I said stop." Hawke glared up at him, a frown on his face. "You can't cheat like this, Love. It'll spoil it."

"Well I can't fucking handle it!" Hawke admitted. "You were right, there's no way I could do it and that's why I came during footsie at the Hanged Man. I don't have your Grey Warden stamina. I have balls that are constantly screaming 'Dear sweet Maker why are you doing this to us?'"

The mage smiled weakly down at him. The sun was finally rising and light flooded in through the high windows of the wash room, illuminating his honey-colored eyes. "Tell your balls that I love them and it won't be too much longer."

"Why don't you tell them?"

Anders rolled his eyes and sank down to his knees, between his lover's legs. He nuzzled his nose against his lovers balls and licked the seam between them. "I love you Mr. Left, and I love you Shorty."

The warrior raised an eyebrow. "'Shorty'?"

Anders shrugged. "Mr. Left hangs down lower. Only seemed the natural choice." He gripped onto the other man's erection, pulling it away from his abdomen, and then he licked the pre-ejaculate fluid leaking from the slit. "And this is Hawke's Cawke." He took the head of it into his mouth and sunk down nearly to the base. A loud moan escaped the larger man's lips, but it quickly turned into a grunt of disapproval once the mage pulled himself away completely. "Come on, we need to get ready to go."

"I hate you."

"I know, Love."

"Get your filthy hands off of me, mage!"

"Why must we do this every single time, Fenris? Just let me heal you so we can all go home."

The elf sat against a massive rock just steps away from a slain high dragon. His left hand was gripping onto his right forearm, attempting to apply pressure to a large gaping wound. "Just hand me a poultice and some salve and I'll do it myself. You're making it out to be more than it is, and I don't want you touching me."

"Touching you isn't exactly-"

Isabela cut Anders off. "The two of you touching each other might actually do this party a lot of good. You can hate mages or hate mage haters all you want, but the unresolved sexual tension between the two of you is painful."

"I'm going to vomit," Fenris said.

"At least we agree on one thing," Anders replied. "Now just shut up and let me do my job. You're losing a fair amount of blood." He grabbed onto the elf's wrist, pulling his arm out to assess the damage.

Fenris pulled his arm back and sneered at the mage. "Touch me again and I'll-"

"Fist me?" Anders spat

"Oh, Maker, please do," Isabela begged.

Anders ignored her and grabbed onto the elf's arm again, a warm blue healing glow beginning to surround the wound. Fenris struggled under his touch and tried to squirm away.

"Control your abomination, Hawke!"

"Ladies!" Hawke finally yelled, having had quite enough of their little tryst. "All of you shut the fuck up. Anders, heal him. Fenris, sit still. Isabela, stop fantasizing."

Both of his male companions did as they were told. Fenris finally remained still and allowed Anders to heal the wound on his arm. Luckily for the both of them, Anders was quick with his healing and was able to stop touching the other man quickly. Isabela on the other hand could carry on a conversation with the Grand Cleric and could still be fantasizing about something in the back of her mind. And she did just that as she walked over to Hawke.

"Why are you in such a bad mood today? I'm sure you could cut yourself up a little with that big ol' sword of yours and Anders will touch you too. No need to be jealous."

The warrior rolled his eyes as he looked over at her. "I'm in a bad mood because of the economic toll this dragon has placed on my investment here. And I hardly need to be injured for Anders to touch me."

"You were angry before we even got here, and the two of you have hardly spoken a word to each other," the pirate said. "I was just concerned, is all."

"No," the warrior responded. "You just want the details of my sex life."

"Can't it be a little of both? Besides, you can confide in me. I'm practically a sex therapist."

"Leave it, Isabela," Hawke insisted.

"I understand, Sweet Thing. You've been together for a while. Things can get boring if you don't shake things up. I can introduce you to some pretty wild stuff. How do you feel about getting your nipples pierced?"

"Stop, please."

"What about his nipples?"

"MY SEX LIFE IS FINE!" Sweet Maker that came out louder than I expected. "Um, I mean it's getting dark, so let's set up camp."

Fenris started to snicker and Anders shot daggers at him with his eyes. "Oh go suck on a fireball, you stupid elf."