Ok guys, this is the last chapter. It's been so fun to write, and I cannot tell you how much I appreciate all of the support. I hope y'all will join me tomorrow when I start my new fic with these two, "Manifesto Fantasy." Let me know what you thought of this fic, and tell me if there there's anything you'd like to see in the next fic, prompted by the wonderful user, 1879!

Hawke groaned as he felt a hand tighten around him, and he thrust his hips forward almost unconsciously. "You have such faith that I'll be able to do it, Anders. And I just don't think I can."

The mage slipped his other hand between their bodies and untied the laces of his lover's trousers. He pulled the other man's smalls down just enough to let his shaft spring free of its cloth prison, and he took hold of it once more, slowly stroking from base to tip. "You can, Love, and you'll do it for me. And tomorrow, I'll let it happen. Then we can go back to the way things used to be; you can be completely in control again and you don't have to be on bottom ever again."

The warrior began bucking his hips, fucking the circle of Anders' hand. "I want my control, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't be ok with you topping me again. Just not now." He stopped to bite back a moan. "My arse isn't quite ready for that."

"Well then I guess it's a good thing that mine is," the blonde said with a smile. He quickened his pace on his lover's erection, but quickly felt the other man pull away.

"I was close enough," Hawke said, hardly able to hide a hint of disappointment in his voice. He got up and started to remove his clothing, and Anders did the same. Once they were both undressed, the mage walked over to the other man and embraced him, nestling his head in the crook of his lover's neck. The warrior wrapped his muscled arms around the blonde and kissed his shoulder. "I will get you another kitten if you let me cum right now."

Anders laughed and pulled his head back to look up at the other man, hardly illuminated by the moonlight. "You would never. And I'm happy with just one, thank you."

"I would too!" the warrior corrected. "Grand Cleric Mittens could really use a buddy. Dog loves him and all, but the size difference makes it kind of tough."

"'Grand Cleric'? Now I just think you're doing that on purpose. And no," he said sternly. "You made me wait, and with good reason. The longer it lasts, the better it will feel. Tomorrow." He pulled out of the embrace and sunk down to the ground.

Hawke followed Anders' lead and got down on the ground, pinning him under his larger frame. He kissed the mage once and bit his lower lip, tugging until it almost hurt. "When tomorrow?"

Anders moaned and pushed up against his lover. "Well, how about we leave at first light so we can go home and do it immediately? We can have sex again, or I can give you a blowjob."

"You won't just give me a blowjob right here in the morning?" Hawke asked between kisses that trailed down the other man's body. He stopped briefly to nip and tease both of the mage's nipples, coaxing soft moans out of him.

The mage did his best to suppress his moans to nothing more than quiet mumbles. He was surprised at how much he was enjoying this being somewhat public, but at the same time, he didn't want the others to hear him. "Not with those two here. The last thing I want is one of them to come over and get us so we can all leave only to find me with your dick shoved down my throat and- Sweet Maker!" Hawke hadn't even given him the slightest warning before shoving a saliva-coated finger into his hole. Anders spread his legs, giving the other man better access. He shuddered as a second finger was added.

The warrior started to pull out his fingers and then thrust them back in over and over. Anders pushed back against him as he threw his head back, moaning at the sensation. As good as his lover's fingers felt inside him, nothing could compare to being stretched by his thick, perfect cock, and the mage simply couldn't take it any longer. "Take your fingers out and fuck me."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Hawke said, continuing to pump his fingers in and out. "You can't get enough of my cock, but maybe I don't want to give you the satisfaction considering what you're doing to me."

"Archer, stick it in me. Come on, you want it too." The mage was hardly aware that, in his own lust and passion, his voice was raising, no longer a whisper.

"I do, but I also want to do other things that you won't allow." The warrior curled his fingers just right, hitting the sweet spot inside the other man. Anders writhed under his touch, moaning out his name. "But, luckily for you, I'm a weak man," he said as he pulled his fingers out. "You didn't happen to bring any oil, did you?"

The mage groaned at the sudden emptiness. "No, Love. I can hardly say that I expected to add the Bone Pit to the ever-growing list of places we've made love."

Hawke spit into his hand and did his best to coat his erection before sliding into the other man with a loud moan. As much as he had enjoyed being penetrated the night before, he knew his true place was inside the sweet, tight warmth of his mage. "Not romantic enough for you? All the smoke and the dirt and the dead reptiles around don't exactly scream, 'take me here,' I suppose."

"How about you start moving and take my mind off of it?"

"So bossy, Darling," the warrior said as he started to thrust in and out of the other man.

"You'll stop before you're going to climax, right?"

"I can't promise, but I can try," Hawke said. He leaned over the mage to capture his lips. A fiery heat spread between them as both bodies moved together in perfect harmony. Hawke pulled away from their kiss, moving his lips to anchor onto his lover's neck, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh. Anders moaned loudly, leaning into the soft bites, beckoning the other man for more. The mage pulled his legs up and wrapped them around the other man's waist, trapping his own throbbing erection between them. Each movement the dark-haired man made into him caused a sweet friction against his length, and he struggled to keep quiet.

Hawke smiled as he held himself up on one hand and his knees, using the other hand to cover the blonde's mouth. He loved hearing his lover moan and call out to him during this sort of thing, but he knew Anders well enough to know he wouldn't want their companions overhearing him like this. "Shh, Darling," he managed through soft grunts of his own. "If we're going to start adding to that list of places, we're going to have to make sure we can be quiet enough in certain situations." Anders nodded. The warrior began to move his hand away, but the mage quickly captured it, bringing it back down to suck on several of his fingers.

Hawke smiled down at the sight, loving every bit of his needy apostate. As he continued to move in and out, quickening the pace, he was frustrated at how close he was so soon. And for a very brief moment in time, he almost felt bad for putting Anders through this in the first place. Almost… He tried with all his might to hold back his own need to call out and groan, but unfortunately, he didn't have any fingers in his mouth to muffle that out. "Oh, fucking Maker, you're so tight, Anders!"

"Hey, boys?" they heard from a distance. Hawke stopped his movements completely, and Anders' eyes opened wide in horror. "I'm so glad you are having fun, but I'd appreciate it if you could keep it down a bit. Fenris is having trouble concentrating on having his way with me."

"Isabela, stop," came a low, raspy voice.

Rather than respond, Hawke just laughed and continued to plow his way deeper into his lover, still a bit shocked and embarrassed that they had been heard. But, to the mage's delight, the warrior was a master of hitting him just right, and brought him back to their reality in a matter of seconds. Unfortunately for him, he felt Hawke stop once more.

"Wait," the warrior finally responded loudly. "Who's keeping watch then?" Not a single person responded, and somehow Hawke couldn't bring himself to care. If something or someone were to come attack them unexpectedly, at least they would all die while doing something enjoyable. So he picked up his rhythm again, nearly sending Anders into convulsions. The mage couldn't take it any longer; he tightened his legs around the other man, threw his head back and mouth open, and moaned out loudly as he came to his release, coating both of their abdomens in sticky seed.

Hawke struggled to get out of Anders' vice grip around him as he was climaxing. The feeling of the mage tightening around his length was practically enough to send him over the edge at that moment, so he fought to get free as not to spill right then. Luckily, Anders' legs turned to jelly as his release came to a close, and his legs no longer kept the other man a prisoner. The warrior was able to back out just in time, squeezing the base of his cock tightly in his best attempt to keep his orgasm at bay. Excited that he was able to do it, but also devastated that he prevented it, Hawke fell back to the ground and groaned.

Once he had managed to catch his breath, Anders sat up, reaching out into the darkness to find some piece of clothing to clean up with. Archer's smalls it is. He rubbed the white fluid off of himself and then crawled over to the warrior to do the same. Hawke closed his eyes and mumbled something under his breath as Anders tidied him up, and it wasn't until the mage had snuggled up next to him that he opened his mouth to form actual words. "I should get a puppy for this."

"We just had a second child, and you're already talking about a third," Anders said with a smile, nestling his head under the jaw of his lover. "Shouldn't we wait for Mittens to grow up a bit?"

Hawke chuckled. "I think sometimes we're lucky that we can't actually have children. With the way we're constantly on each other, we'd have a whole army of little ones running about."

Anders couldn't help but laugh. The world could hardly handle one Archer and one Anders as it was. The thought of more of them would probably cause some sort of massive implosion. The two were silent as they lay there together, sleep threaten them. One of them would have to get up to keep watch soon, but neither seemed to care.

"You were wrong, you know," Anders said, breaking the silence.

"No I wasn't."

"You don't even know what I'm referring to, Love."

"I don't have to," Hawke responded. "I'm right about everything."

"Well, not this time," the mage corrected him. "You told them I like to be humiliated, and that's not true. There is nothing you do to me that is embarrassing or anything less than perfect. I've never felt degraded by you."

Hawke squeezed him tightly. "Good then. I suppose it's fine to be wrong about that. Now let me sleep so we can get closer to the morning. It's hard waiting for the blowjob."

"Wake up!"

Anders groaned as he felt a light slap across his cheek. Though his eyes were still closed, he could tell that it was still dark outside, but the sun was out enough to cause it not to be pitch black. It felt like the poor mage had just gone back to bed after getting up to take watch for a few hours. But apparently Hawke needed him to be awake. And right now.

"Anders, get up! Get up!"

The mage finally gathered the strength to prop himself up on his elbows and slowly open his eyes. He had to flutter his eyelids a few times, clearing the sleep in order to see what Hawke was so excited about. And then it became incredibly obvious why the other man wanted him to wake up so badly.

In a near instant, Anders' brain was able to process that the other man was leaning over him, erection in hand, head thick and purple with impending release, stroking himself until he came. The warrior bit down hard on his lower lip to suppress his ecstasy as thick white ropes of ejaculate ripped from him and landed onto the mage's abdomen.

"I can't believe you did that, Archer," Anders said, rolling his eyes. "You couldn't wait until we got back home in a few hours?"

Hawke collapsed onto the ground, a huge smile plastered to his face. The man couldn't even begin to think clearly enough to form a coherent sentence in response to the mage's question. The feeling that had just torn through his body was like nothing he had ever felt, and he was now completely boneless.

Anders peered down at his stomach, surprised at how much fluid he saw splattered across him. But he couldn't help but smile. It was nice that he was able to control the other man for once, and it was even better knowing that it had, indeed, been worth the wait.

"I still want a blowjob when we get back home," Hawke said, finally gathering the strength and the mind to respond.

"We'll see, Love. Maybe if you get me that other kitten."