Title: Iron Control
Author: miss_m_cricket
Fandom: Dragon Age 2
Pairing: Carver Hawke/Nathaniel Howe
Comm: dragonage_kink
Rating: M
Prompt: No one challenges Nathaniel Howe like new recruit Carver Hawke does, but Nathaniel's self control is legendary and he is sure that no matter what he will be able to resist this boy. That is until he hears Carver's unintentionally filthy mouth, and suddenly ...resisting seems futile.

Also starring the Awakening crew and a snarky Female Cousland. With guest appearances by King Alistair, Teyrn Fergus Cousland and his wife Teyrna Anora, and Garrett Hawke...who cockblocks his little brother even when he's in another country.

Iron Control: Breaking

"You will be the death of me Cousland!"

Nathaniel slammed his way into the Warden-Commander's office, face flushed and hair slightly dishevelled from the multitude of times he'd run his hands through it that morning.

Ephena didn't even deny it, just leaning back in her chair with that little catlike smirk she got sometimes, around her mouth.

"You know, this needn't get as dramatic as that." The evil woman said, one of her knees tucked up against her chest as she sat in the large chair before the desk, "It's just wrestling classes. You wouldn't die if you weren't exploding with all that pent up sexual frustration."

"Ephena!"

"Nathaniel," the young woman mocked back, "Stop being such a big baby and go pounce your pretty recruit like a good boy."

"He's technically under my Command. It's unethical!"

"Excuses!" Ephena waved her hand, "Grey Warden's give up a lot when we join. Least we can do is allow ourselves some harmless pleasures."

The archer pointed at her threateningly.

"Stop meddling. I'm not going to shag Hawke."

"Yes you are."

"No, I'm ruddy well not!" Nathaniel growled at her, "Leave it be Ephena, I can manage my own bloody sex life."

"Clearly not," She responded, tapping the end of her quill to her lips, "Since you haven't had a shag since you joined the Wardens and that was four years ago. Too long Nathaniel."

"I might have shagged Anders." He retorted back.

"Yeaaaah, but you didn't," The Commander flashed him a falsely sweet smile, "Because you're a stick in the bloody mud, aren't you?"

"I don't have time for this," Nathaniel turned to leave, "Stop throwing the boy in my way Cousland."

"Then stop watching him with those damn pining eyes!" Ephena yelled after him as he left the office, "STOP LOOKING ALL WISTFUL NATHANIEL!"

"NOT LISTENING TO YOU COUSLAND!"

Ephena stuck her head out of her office, "I AM YOUR COMMANDER! RESPECT ME!"

The slamming door to the wing of rooms was her only response.

Ephena grinned and disappeared back into her office.

Carver disappearing from training to go to Ephena Cousland's office was not a good sign.

Nathaniel tried to ignore it, and tried to ignore the shifty feelings that he got whenever the boy was out of his sight. Instead he put the other new recruits through some jogging excursuses.

When Carver returned, he looked thoughtful, which was dangerous, and he strolled insolently past Nathaniel, which was just plain annoying.

For that, Nathaniel gave him extra work.

"Maker, Nathaniel," Stroud muttered from beside him, "What have you got against the lad?"

"What?" Nathaniel looked at him with a frown, "Nothing!"

"Really?" Stroud's eyebrow arched, "Because you are so much harder on him than any of the others."

"He's more disrespectful than any of the others."

"He has some spirit yes," Stroud looked out at the solitary recruit remaining on the training grounds, doing the extra exercises, "But he is not bad."

"Are you quite finished Stroud?" Nathaniel growled back, feeling even more grumpy now.

"For now." Stroud replied, strolling away, "Be careful though Howe, the other recruits have begun to notice you're hard on him too."

Nathaniel scowled and folded his arms tightly as he watched Carver finish up his exercises.

Finally the boy came over to him, hair damp and curling across his forehead, but blue eyes as defiant as ever.

"Anything else, sir." He gritted out, clearly angry at him for the extra work.

"You need to learn to watch your mouth Hawke." He retorted, "Or it will get you in more trouble than this."

He ignored the little voice in his head, that sounded disturbingly like Ephena, that muttered about how Nathaniel wanted to watch Carver's mouth, and a lot else besides. Maker was his own head turning against him now?

"Noted." Carver glared at him resentfully, "I'll kiss your arse properly next time...Commander."

It was so wrong that that growled title, and the arse kissing comment was enough to get him to full straining hardness, within a few heartbeats.

Little brat.

"Just pick up your fucking act." Nathaniel replied roughly, "The Wardens don't need useless recruits."

He ignored the hurt that flashed across the boy's face, and steeled himself as the lad strode off towards the wing of the Keep that the recruits stayed in.

This was necessary.

He shouldn't want the boy so damn much.

Well there was only one thing for it. He was going to have to stay away from Carver Hawke.