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Can't Let You Go	By : Ellynndaria Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 7632 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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                A bliss-filled month had passed, and Douglas couldn't have been happier nor had he ever been. Lunch and dinner, he sat across from his beautiful blonde doctor as much as work allowed them, but weekends were devoted fully to one another. Days were spent within the confines of the other's embrace at the estate or whatever else they felt like doing, while nights were finished at the club. They could not be separated from the time Douglas picked Anders up Friday night until he was reluctantly left back on his doorstep Sunday evening. Douglas was starting to loathe Sundays, today being only Tuesday as it were. He had a couple hours before he needed to head into town to meet his man for lunch, the thought put a slight spring in his step at as he headed to the estate's office.
                Glancing at the opposite side of the room as he entered, he rolled his eyes. Not because of Fellon's presence, that was expected, but its constant sense of disarray. He did have to contain his laughter every time he saw Fellon with his anti-glare reading glasses perched on the end of his crooked nose, though. Once, one of the maids had cleaned the mess up and Fellon promptly fired her, claiming he was unable to find anything. Douglas had rehired her the next day, explaining it was easier to make sure it didn't happen again by having someone who had learned their lesson than by going through the hassle of another screening process. Fellon had made a face, but relented. Douglas was honestly surprised he hadn't had to come dig the man out from under a pile of debris yet.
                Douglas shook his head, sitting in his chair on the side of the office belonging to him with his back to it all. He placed his laptop down, perfectly parallel to the edge of the desk, before adjusting the stapler back to its proper spot about an inch over; Fellon must have used it but at least he put it back this time.
                Douglas was doing some research on a possible hire for the club when his phone rang. He fished it out of his pocket, glancing at the screen before answering it happily, "Hello, love."
                "What the fuck did you just call me?"
                Douglas' brows furrowed together in confusion, pulling the phone away from his ear and looking at the screen again, the name Anders and phone number clearly displayed. Returning the phone to his ear, he demanded, "Who is this?"
                "You should really watch where you leave your phone number lying around."
                Douglas recognized the gravelly voice this time, Nathaniel. "What do you want?"
                "You got him to fall in love and sleep with you; I want you to move on to breaking his heart. Stop dragging this out."
                Douglas smirked to himself, "Why would I do that? I'm sure you fully realize what I would be giving up and most likely send running straight back to you. No, I think we both know as long as he is with me, he's all mine which clearly quite disturbs you."
                "You heartless bitch..."
                "What? You don't enjoy the image of his naked, gorgeous ass trembling and screaming in ecstasy in my bed? I'm quite enjoying the thought myself right now; maybe I'll pop over for a quickie."
                Douglas held the phone away from his ear trying not to chuckle as Nathaniel started to scream in rage, "You sadistic bastard! You aren't always going to have friends with you and one day I will get you!"
                Once the shouting had slowed, Douglas replied, "Now, see, I'm confused. I thought you had heard I was already taken."
                "I'll kill you if that's what it takes to get you away from Anders."
                Douglas heard Fellon's chair shifting from his side of the room, but he couldn't stop needling the man on the other side of the phone, "Haven't you already tried that before?"
                "If I had tried, I would have succeeded!"
                "Oh, then I apologize for suggesting you aren't man enough to actually accomplish your threats. I meant to make that point quite clear."
                "I could definitely handle one little bitch like you," Fellon's chair went scraping across the floor and crashing against a wall when he had quickly jumped up, "it's you who is always hiding behind someone else like a coward."
                Fellon stalked across the room, snatching the phone from Douglas' hand, "I don't know who the fuck this is and I don't give a damn. Keep making threats and you'll end up eating all your meals through a fucking straw." Without waiting for a reply, Fellon angrily ended the call with a growl, leveling his glare on Douglas. "What... the... FUCK was that?!"
                "Nothing, wrong number."
                Fellon raised one brow toward his hairline, "Bullshit."
                Douglas presented his palm for the return of his phone, "A prank call?"
                "...Do I really leave all the smooth talking to you? You couldn't lie your way out of a paper bag..." Fellon ignored Douglas' outstretched hand, tapping the lifted phone's screen. Douglas jumped up, trying to snatch it back. "In a second, Dougie," Fellon murmured, turning away before the phone could be grabbed, running a finger over the touch screen to pull up the desired information. "The only numbers I should be seeing on the phone are the gang, the club and me. Why the hell does this say..." he glanced back at the phone, making a vaguely disgusted face at his findings, "Anders with exclamation marks and little hearts? Really?"
                "There aren't any exclamation points... Give that back!"
                "The hearts are enough. What the hell do you even know about this guy?"
                "That he loves me, that's all I need to know."
                Fellon blinked a few times in disbelief. "...You haven't checked his background at all, have you? Damn it, Douglas, you know better than that!"
                "I meant to... I just... forgot. Besides, I know him well enough now and I highly doubt I would have found anything, anyway," not wanting to admit he had quickly gotten scared he would actually find something that would require him to stop seeing Anders. If the blonde was Coterie, well, at least Douglas would die happy.
                "Doubt is for chumps, Dougie. Sonofa... you do a background check of any skirt or suit that so much as winks in your direction. But this guy shakes his ass and you can barely remember to tie your shoes... Ridiculous. He isn't even supposed to have this number," Fellon tossed the phone back roughly.
                Douglas caught the phone against his chest with a thump and a displeased frown. "I wanted him to be able to contact me."
                "So you go get yourself a new phone he can call. You don't give out that number."
                "And carry two cellphones? Who would do that?" Fellon started pulling phones from his pockets. Douglas raised an eyebrow, shaking his head, "Well, it's too late now."
                "I agree, because even I know that wasn't Anders on the other end of that call, who the fuck was it?"
                "A jealous ex."
                "Well, obviously not one of yours."
                "Obviously."
                Fellon pinned Douglas with a look before shaking his head and moving across the room to collect his wayward chair. "From the looks of things, I guess I should be glad you at least got his name." He gave a heavy sigh, repositioning himself at his work desk. "Do you know anything else about the man besides his first name?"
                Douglas rolled his eyes. "Of course." He proceed to relay the last name and limited history he did gather over the last few months, securing his phone back into his pocket and reclaiming his own chair.
                "Thank God you weren't struck completely stupid," Fellon mumbled, having gone back to typing away at his computer, presumably resuming his work. "I was concerned."
                Douglas huffed slightly, "Concerned? About me? I should be flattered."
                The corner of Fellon's eye twitched ever so slightly, before he typed a few more strings of keystrokes on his computer. "Of course I am concerned. Bela would skin me alive if I let something happen to you."
                "Ahhh. That makes sense, I guess." Douglas turned back around to his own computer.
                Fellon's eyes flicked toward the other man, regarding him in silence for a moment before pushing away from his computer. He carefully set his glasses aside, pinching the bridge of his nose briefly. "Right. Speaking of Bela, care to keep her entertained tonight? I've got some... things to take care of."
                Douglas glanced at Fellon a moment before returning his gaze to his computer. "Sure."
                Fellon sighed almost inaudibly, shutting his computer down and standing, absently rubbing at the back of his head. "Thanks. I'll let her know. She's been itching to spend some real quality time with you for days." Fellon gave a faint smirk. "You'd think she hadn't seen you for years..."
                Douglas frowned slightly; he had been so wrapped up in his own life the last month he hadn't given much thought to anyone else aside from Anders. "Sorry about that. Having a regular meal partner upset the balance of things slightly."
                Fellon gave a faint upturn of one corner of his mouth, which generally equated to a full smile. "Don't apologize to me, Dougie. I'm not the one wanting to go shoe shopping, or ... or whatever..." Fellon shook his head, not really wanting to know what Douglas and Isabela did in their time together.
                Douglas considered this for a moment. "Good, I needed to go shopping anyway without Anders."
                Fellon gave another head shake before heading for the door, one hand absently rubbing across the back of his head and neck. "Whatever does it for you. I'm outta here. Take care of Bela." Without another word, he disappeared out the office door.
                Douglas frowned deeply at the empty doorway before shutting down his own computer. He leaned back in his chair, and a short time later, the rumble of Fellon's big motorcycle roared away from the house. Lost in thoughts for a long while, Douglas finally snapped out of it and called Isabela, setting up their date for after lunch. He collected the things he needed for the day and with one last parting look at the disheveled empty desk, Douglas headed for his own car.
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