Thanks for bearing with me during the delay, guys; school started so I can't do the daily thing. But I got a lot of support on this which I really appreciate! I'm feeling much better about this now, and I want to thank my dearest Callia for being so sweet to me. Hope you enjoy!
"No, Love, cats are beautiful animals," Anders corrected the other man. "They have nice warm fur, and they don't try to eat you."
"Who says something has to be warm to be beautiful?" the warrior asked. "Besides, some can breathe fire! I would love to be a dragon."
"I think that would be grounds for me leaving you."
"I guess that just proves that I love you more than you love me; I stick by you even though you're an abomination and closet dog lover."
"You have no idea how much I love you, Archer. And that's part of the reason why I wish you hadn't brought me here. I understand your reasoning, and I love that you need me. But I can't help but feel that I'm going to lose control. I can't always count on you to pull me back before something disastrous happens." The mage sighed heavily and went over to the pillar where Hawke had recently leaned against. He rested his back against the weathered stone and pushed a few strands of his blonde locks back behind his right ear. "If I ever hurt you like that, I don't know if I could live with myself."
Hawke smiled weakly and walked over to stand in front of the mage. He took off his right gauntlet and placed his hand on his lover's cheek, caressing it with his thumb. "Darling, you couldn't hurt me even if you wanted to. And even if you could, I'd get over it…maybe after a bit of punishment."
Anders chuckled and looked into the other man's eyes. "Just promise to keep distracting me until we get out of here. It's not as bad when you're entertaining me."
"Well, thank the Maker that I'm just about as entertaining as it gets," the warrior said as he pulled his hand back. "I could do the Carver jig for you."
"That's alright, Love," the mage said with a smile. He'd already witnessed that atrocity earlier that day when his lover sought to cheer his sister up. "From what I've gathered, the Hawkes have many skills, but dancing does not appear to be one of them."
"Alright, then," Hawke said, a twinge of pain slicing into his ego. "I'll just tell you a story then." He set the gauntlet he'd taken off on the stone below his feet and proceeded to take off the other.
"Tell me a story?" the mage asked, intrigued by the prospect. "You're certainly no Varric, but it could be interesting. Just make sure it's not from one of the books Fenris is learning from. I mean, I'm glad we've moved on from 'Pet the Kitty' to 'If You Give a Nug a Cookie,' but I'm a little more advanced than that."
The warrior smiled at the other man and pressed a hand against the pillar Anders rested against to support his body as he leaned over his lover. "I don't think anyone is too advanced to enjoy 'The Tabby and the Mabari.'" He leaned in, gently pressing his lips against those of the mage and sucked on his bottom lip until Anders decided to speak.
"Never heard that one," he said, more of a moan than anything. He could feel blood slowly trickling downward as lips latched onto his neck, working on the sensitive flesh.
"I'm surprised," Hawke spoke against the moistened skin. "It's fantastic tale."
"Tell it to me," the mage commanded, raising up his hands from his sides to rest on the worn metal armor covering his lover's forearms.
"Once upon a time-" He stopped once he heard the other man laugh at him. The warrior nipped his neck hard to silence him, allowing him to continue his introduction. "-in a place not far from here, there lived the most handsome Mabari in all of Thedas. He was a magnificent beast – trim and heavily muscled with a rich black coat and stunning blue eyes. Nobel and strong, he traveled all over the land to fight the corrupt and to make a name for himself. Along with his faithful companions – a wolf with lyrium fur, a huge and manly ginger-colored bear, a lion prince, a kitten who enjoyed frolicking, a monkey with huge tits and no pants, and a nug with lots of fur on his chest – he was completely unstoppable." While telling the tale, Hawke worked his hands to part the lower section of the mage's robes, and his fingers fumbled around to find the laces of his trousers.
"One day, fate would have it that the Mabari would encounter a Tabby. The Mabari was in need of his help, and it just so happened that, after a little quid pro quo, the Tabby became a part of his group of companions. Cats in general were feared in these lands; their sharp claws and pointy carnivore teeth were a potential threat." The warrior paused a moment, trailing wet kisses up the mage's neck. As he licked the shell of the other man's lips, his hands worked the laces of his trousers apart, and he dipped his right hand into them. "And they had other weapons too." He took the blonde's growing bulge into his hand, still trapped by his smalls, and rejoiced in the soft moans leaving his lover's lips.
"So not every party member was overjoyed to have the Tabby join them, but the Mabari was happy to have his help. In fact, the ferocious canine became quite smitten with him, and the tabby with him as well. It was an unconventional affair, such different creatures having feelings for one another. It actually took three long years for them to finally admit it to one another." Hawke pulled his hand out and grabbed onto the other man's smalls, pulling them down along with his trousers to his ankles. The warrior got down on his knees and slicked a few fingers with saliva before snaking them between his lover's cheeks. But he didn't push a single finger in; rather, he tickled and teased around the entrance.
Anders squirmed and looked down at his lover, pleading with his eyes for the other man to do something. But Hawke just smiled back at him before speaking again. "Even when the Mabari and the Tabby told each other how they felt, both parties had their doubts. The Mabari was a powerful animal, and, though he had often supported cats before, getting in a relationship with one would solidify his place and cause tension in the city. And the Tabby, besides being naturally powerful and a potential danger, played host to a…flea. Named Justice. He feared that this would only bring pain and heartache to the Mabari. But the large black beast didn't care as he knew he was a danger. He had a hunger deep within him, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he'd devour him."
As soon as he'd spoken these last words, Hawke parted his lips and engulfed the other man's length. His fingers slowly worked inside his lover, one by one, and he felt the blonde start to melt. Lips and tongue slid over the tender flesh and hot breath seared it all the while. Before he'd been with Anders, the warrior had never done this to anyone. But a little practice and guidance from the mage had allowed him to hone his skills, making the other man buck and moan as each time seemed to get just a little bit better.
Anders pressed upper back firmly against the stone and reached down, threading the medium-length black hairs on his lover's head between his fingers. He groaned, feeling the fingers inside him curl just so, hitting the sweet spot inside of him. Every thought had left his mind – be they his own, or Justices, or the darkspawn – save one; the man he so deeply loved attending to him in his time of need was nothing more than pure, unadulterated bliss. He could hate and fear these roads, and they could threaten to tear him down. But the man in front of him would be all the support he needed to get through it.
Just a few moments passed before the blonde felt the release building inside him. He tugged hard on Hawke's hair to grab his attention. "Archer…"
The warrior wasn't keen on swallowing, but his lover needed him and every ounce of support he could give. One hard suck against the other man was all that was needed to send him straight over the edge, and hot, bitter fluid flooded Hawke's mouth. The mage cried out, caring about no one that heard him and felt like he could collapse to the floor beneath him. But he was still attached to the other man by fingers and mouth, so he wasn't going anywhere. The warrior did his best to steady him as he let the length slide free, and he held the blonde close as he got up off of his knees.
"What happened to them? In the story," the mage asked as his breathing steadied.
"I didn't think that far," Hawke admitted. "Happily ever after?"
Anders smiled and leaned in to kiss the other man, the taste of himself still lingering on his lips. "Keep distracting me. Please?"