Sorry this is a few hours late from normal update time; this site was having none of it! Thanks again for the continuous support! I believe I'll have one more chapter to go until this fic is finished, but I'll pick up immediately with "Manifesto Fantasty".
Night had fallen and the party set up camp the best they could. Unfortunately for the lot, this was not something they usually had to deal with, not since the Deep Roads at least, and they hadn't brought much in the way for camping. Luckily enough, Anders had brought along a good amount of water, bread, and cheese to sustain them for the time being. Having been on the run for some much of his life allowed him to adapt to this situation best of all. Hawke, on the other hand, had grown far too accustomed to five-star meals back at the estate as well as the luxury of a king size bed. Dry rye, hard cheese, and the rocky ground would just have to make due for the night.
Dinner around the campfire was wonderfully awkward. Isabela had been correct when she had noticed that the two lovers had hardly spoken a word to each other on the day's journey, and that certainly hadn't changed as they ate their meal. Fenris, without wine to loosen him up, sat mostly in silence, so it was up to the pirate to break the silence.
"So, your sex life is great, huh?" she asked, head turned towards Hawke.
"Is there really nothing else we could talk about?" he asked back, eyes quickly darting to Fenris. He wasn't sure if the elf had gotten over their past together. Even though it was the smaller man who broke it off, whatever "it" was, he never approved of Hawke's relationship with Anders. Whether it was just because his lover was a mage or because the elf was jealous, he didn't know.
"No, I really don't think there is," the pirate said with a smirk. "Come on, we'll go around the circle and reveal something about our sex lives, and it'll be fun."
"There's not enough alcohol to make that fun," Anders said. It wasn't that he was a drinker, but he was pretty sure he would have to be in order to make him want to participate.
Hawke, on the other hand, was beginning to think that this conversation could have its value. Ever since being teased this morning in the washroom, he'd grown rather frustrated and upset with his lover. He wasn't used to not being in charge, and it was really getting to him. It was one thing for him to crawl out of his comfort zone the night before and be the bottom for once. But being denied his orgasm, giving up his control, that was eating him from the inside. He decided that he would have a bit of fun, as long as he could assess that Fenris wouldn't be hurt too badly first.
"Well, you go first then, and we'll work counter clockwise around the circle," the warrior suggested. Anders shot him an angry glance.
Isabela nearly squealed with delight. "Now, that's more like it, Sweet Thing. Though, I don't know what I could reveal, really. I've done it all, as I'm sure all of you know." She paused for a moment to think. "Oh, yes! Fenris and I have been having sex a few times a week."
Anders' eyes flew open wide and he spit out the water he'd just taken into his mouth. A massive grin spread across Hawke's face, not anticipating that reveal in the slightest. And Fenris stared into the fire, broody expression on his face as always as though he'd barely heard the comment.
"I suppose it is my turn," Fenris finally spoke up. "However, I've been left with nothing as Isabela has chosen to reveal the only thing I could possibly say."
"Oh please do give us the details," Anders begged.
"It's none of your business, mage, and there's nothing to tell. It is what it is."
"Sounds romantic," Hawke offered. "Hmm, my turn." As he paused to think, he could hear Anders mumbling angrily. But the warrior could hardly care, and he smiled as he answered. "Well, Anders likes to be controlled – tied up, humiliated, and punished."
"Are you fucking kidding me, Archer?" Anders practically yelled at his lover. He knew the other man would say something, but not something like that. He prided himself in being strong, never taking shit from anyone, outside of the bedroom. But this just blew everything.
Fenris and Isabela both couldn't help but snicker and look over at the angry blonde. The elf did his best to control his laughter, but the pirate was holding her middle, halfway about to fall onto her side.
"Oh Maker, that is some good stuff! I figured you for a bottom, Anders, but this is fantastic. You can't stop there, Hawke!"
"I really shouldn't," the warrior said with a crooked smile. "He's giving me a look like he might turn the 'electricity thing' into an execution."
"Fine, then Anders, it's your turn," Isabela said as her laughter was subsiding. The mage just glared at her, not willing to speak.
"He's not going to say anything," Hawke said to break the silence. "He'd never want to tell you that he talked me into roleplaying as Orsino and Meredith." He lowered his voice some, acting as though that would mean Anders couldn't hear him. "And he was Meredith."
The elf was doing his best not to laugh too hard, and Isabela had made her way to the ground, practically rolling around with glee.
Anders stood up from his spot on the ground and hovered over Hawke, a look of disappointment and betrayal in his eyes. "We'll you're the one that got so drunk once that you came home and couldn't wait for me to even go to the bathroom before you decided you just needed to start humping a pillow. And I couldn't even convince you to stop! You just said 'this fluffy bitch needs to be taught a lesson' and kept at it until you came and fell asleep immediately."
"Oh Maker's balls, don't stop!" Isabela begged.
"That's enough," Hawke said glaring up at him. He was always the type that could dish it out but not take it when thrown back at him. And to be honest, he didn't even remember what the mage was referring to.
"Or what about that time that we were having such rough sex that you were convinced you'd broken your penis, and then you cried until I calmed you down enough to heal you?"
Isabela was now howling with laughter, and Fenris was hiding his head in his hands trying not to reveal how amused he was.
"I said stop it, Anders!"
"And let's not forget the real reason why he's so pissed off at me right now. I'm getting revenge on him right now, and I'm not allowing him to climax."
The laughing stopped and two sets of eyes darted to look at the couple across the campfire. Both the elf and the pirate were sure that Hawke would jump up and kill the mage right there. Instead, Hawke just stood up slowly, not looking at anyone, and walked away to an area behind a large rock formation. There he shed his armor and laid down, curling up on his side and begging sleep to come as it did so naturally too him. But he was too angry and upset for something like that to happen now.
Anders, realizing that he had gone too far, excused himself from the others after they had established that Fenris would take first watch. The mage slowly made his way over to where he had seen his lover walk off to, and he set down his staff next to the other man's sword. He had no doubt that Hawke had heard him, but the larger man refused to roll over and acknowledge his presence. The blonde sighed and sat down on the ground, facing his lover's back.
"I shouldn't have gone there, Love. I'm sorry."
"No you shouldn't have," Hawke spat back. "But I shouldn't have said anything either."
"Was that an apology?" Anders asked.
The warrior sat up and turned around to face him. "Yeah, something like that. You still need to make it up to me though."
"And how do you suppose I do that?"
Hawke pulled the other man close to him crashing their lips together, and he pushed his tongue in the other man's mouth, asserting his dominance. Anders leaned back, falling to the ground and taking the other man with him, still connected by tongue and lips and teeth. The warrior held himself up on his arms but ground his hips down against those of his lover. He pulled his lips from the blonde's and began to trail down his neck, biting and sucking on the sweet flesh. Then he traveled up to his ear, bit the lobe softly and whispered, "You're going to let me fuck you here, and you will let me cum."
The mage bit his lower lip in an attempt to suppress a moan, not wanting Fenris and Isabela to hear them as they were not that far away. "You can have me, but I still want you to wait. It'll be so much better if you wait; you have to trust me."
"I don't fucking care if it'll be better," Hawke said in a loud whisper as he pulled away from his lover's neck. "I can't take it."
Anders reached between them and grabbed onto the length straining against the other man's trousers. "For me, Archie?"