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"I will remind you one more time, then speak no more of it," Random said as they climbed the stairs, "if, any time, no matter what, you do not… want what is happening to be happening… you only have to say. There will be no hard feelings, no repercussions, no anything. Things will go back to exactly as they were before."
Anders smirked at him, "All right, all right, I get it, I am the fair young maiden and you are the evil seducer, but I can quit playing any time I want. Understood. No need to speak further of it, as you say."
The room was cold and dark, though not bare. Surprisingly well furnished for a local inn. Thinking of the state of his own room, Anders was sure the staff had rummaged pieces from all the other rooms to furnish this one when they heard the Warden Commander was coming to stay.
Random lit several candles from the one he'd carried up the stairs, giving the room a warming glow even if the air remained icy.
Glancing at the fireplace, well stocked with split wood, Random said, "We could start a fire, but I think not. The cold may be… useful."
Perhaps to distract himself from what he was doing, Anders pondered his Commander's pattern of speech. It was measured, like he wanted to be sure of each word before he let it escape. He was that way in all things really, like how he had approached this, yes, call it was it was, seduction. Anders usually just waded right in, letting his quick tongue and quicker feet get him out should things turn sticky. But Random was different.
While Anders was in reverie Random slipped out murmuring, "be right back." It gave Anders the moment he needed alone to consider this adventure he'd embarked on. Join the Grey Warden, kill darkspawn, and… oh well, have adventures he supposed… he just hadn't considered that it might involve this type of adventure.
Random came back bearing two large pitchers or mead and a plate of cheese and smoked venison with a large slice of brown bread. "For later," he said as he sat the ladened plate on a small desk.
He turned and pulled the string from the latch on the door, then placed a small chair under the knob. "Oghren gets maudlin sometimes late at night and likes to talk," he explained. "Small latches don't stop sad dwarves."
"Will that chair?" Anders asked with some concern.
"Yes, by the time he hears the chair breaking, he'll wake up enough to realize that there's a reason it's there and go back to his own room," Random laughed.
"This has happened before."
"Yes," was the only response as Random moved closer, reaching up and softly stroking Anders' cheek. The human was much taller than the elf, an obvious fact that had somehow escaped Anders until now. In authority, in armor, the Commander was seemingly ten feet tall. Only now, as he looked down, did Anders realize the difference in their sizes. It was endearing, that so small a man could command so much authority. And somehow, in some primitive part of Anders, it made him feel more comfortable. Like the whole situation wasn't so strange if his bed partner were smaller than he.
Random continued to stroke Anders cheek, his ears, his eyelids and lips, toying with his hair, relaxing him, allowing him to revel in that gentle, undemanding touch. Slowly, slowly Random let his hand to travel to the back of Anders neck and softly pull his head down until their lips touched.
Random's mouth was soft, closed, as undemanding as the touch, but Anders had reached his limit. Grabbing the elf by the shoulders he forced his mouth open for a real kiss. If they were going to do this, they were going to do it right, by the Maker. No half actions for Anders. Unfortunately the romance of the moment was attenuated by Random's laughter. It spilled out around the edges of Anders' ardent kiss until it enveloped them both.
They wiped the tears from each others eyes and then fell into helpless laughter again. Finally Random held Anders at arms length, bent over and gasping for breath.
"By the Maker! You'll unman me yet, you devious elf!" Anders growled in mock anger. "Was that part of your plot to put me in my place? Is this some new training technique for forward recruits?"
At this, Random doubled over again, holding out a hand pleadingly, "Please, please, you're killing me. I shall die right here and the darkspawn will be oh so disappointed."
Anders, still enjoying his mock mad persona, accused, "It was YOU who started laughing, not I. Die evil seducer. Die of your own warped sense of humor. See if I care!"
Random looked up and cuffed Anders gently. "That's treason you know? Wishing death upon your Commander?"
Stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest in high dudgeon, Anders replied, "I care not! Hang me if you will, I'll not be mocked!"
Random put his hand to his chin and looked up, saying, "I am hoping that you are already hung, else this entire escapade may lack… purpose. But I do owe you an apology. Come here please that I may deliver it to you."
Anders dropped his arms, but held his ground, making Random come to him. The kiss this time was as passionate as Anders had ever felt, filled with relief and laughter and understanding and apologies and… more. Random's arms were around him, caressing his back, and he allowed his hands to slide down Random's back, lower, just as he would with a saucy wench.
For all of Anders, the kiss could have gone on forever, but Random pulled back finally, holding a Anders away with a small hand on his chest and gasping , "Air, air… I must… have air…" Then, before Anders could begin to react, Random had wiped the lacing from the front of his robe and pulled the garment down trapping his shoulders. As Anders started to shrug out of the garment, Random put up a restraining hand.
"No. I think you will stay like that for a while. You are entirely too impetuous my mage, and I want this to last. Do not struggle, it will avail you little and cost you much."
At this moment Anders was wondering if that back out clause still held? It was one thing to be playing… but everyone who had ever crossed his path knew that Anders didn't like to be trapped. Then he realized that, yes, no doubt he could pull up his robe and leave right now, but, if he chose to stay this was part of the titillation. Taking the mage who could not be imprisoned and imprisoning him, even if with his willing participation. And there was, indeed, something delicious in knowing that he was, even a bit, helpless before this man.
Allowing the hand on Anders' chest to wander as it would, Random looked up at him. "There are many things I would like to show you tonight. Some perhaps familiar, some not. But they will take time."
The hand was now circling Anders left nipple and he felt his chest heave in response. The robe let out a groan, but the stitches held. He was still imprisoned. He let himself wonder what would happen if his manly chest expanded so as to rend the fabric? Would Random then fall at his feet in a swoon? Not bloody likely. The thought almost set him to laughing again, but it would be painful, caught as he were.
Pulling his hand back thoughtfully, Random leaned forward, his head perfectly at the height of those oh so erect nipples, and let his wet tongue lick out in the softest touch. The wet combined with the cold in the room made the nipple even more erect, almost painfully so.
Random leaned back to study his work. "You see? It is as I said. The cold is helpful," as he reached out and oh so softly touched first one nipple and then the other. It was a butterfly touch, more sensitive then Anders could believe. A touch more effective at engendering yearning that any harsh groping could ever be.
Anders let his head fall back and groaned. What was this? A few touches, a little laughter and he was more enthralled then he could remember, could believe that he could be. Everything they had done so far could be done in public, for the sake of the Maker, so why was he… well, he didn't really have a word for what he was feeling. It was all of feeling, not of words.
"Ummmmmm," Random purred, "Now we will kiss my way."
What? That kiss? The kiss of Anders life? It was not good enough for this surly elf? Was he being insulted? All of these little touches here, little touches there, well, he had to admit that it was having an effect, but that was a real kiss, damn it!
He realized that he was glaring down at Random when a pair small elfin hands touched his lips, pulling up at the corners of his mouth.
"Have I upset you? Insulted you perhaps?" Random asked. "It will happen again, I warrant, before the night is over. After that we can talk. Then you can decide if I am right or not."
This wasn't helping, and the smile playing at the edges of Random's mouth was helping even less. He would pull up his robe and leave this room, never to return. He would. Right now. Any moment now. Except that Random was pulling his head down again, this time a bit more insistently. Without his arms to keep his balance, Anders felt himself toppling and panicked, but, despite his size, the elf was strong. Very very strong. He easily steadied his larger friend, and then continued.
Again their lips met in a closed mouth kiss like the first time. Soft lips touching like two hands held palm to palm. Anders breathed in and waited, unconsciously holding that breath. He felt the merest flicker of a tongue exploring the crevice between his lips, gently probing.
Letting out the breath he hadn't been aware he was holding, Anders dared to open his mouth, just a little, but he kept his own tongue firmly in check. He wasn't sure that his ego could take another rebuke. Not about kissing anyway.
As his mouth worked, Random's hands were caressing Anders hair, moving freely about his face, traveling down to his chest and then up again. Anders' hands clasped into fists, caught at his side, helpless to respond.
Now Random's mouth moved from his, working up with tiny licks and kisses to Anders' eyes, carefully licking the lids, gently sucking his cheeks. He groaned again and almost toppled, uncaring this time. Smacking the floor might be a relief, the tension in him was so great.
Without warning, Random's hands grasped the shoulders of the robe and stripped it down to the ground. Anders heard the tearing of the stitches and winced… there would be mending to do tomorrow, but hey what was a little sewing?
So there Anders stood in his small clothes, shivering, while Random stood across from him, fully clothed, his arms crossed in frank appraisal.
And not just in his small clothes, but in small clothes that had grown too small. He'd been uncomfortable for some time and realized it was because he was quite overflowing his breechclouth. In truth, he was more out than in.
For the third time that night, likely for the third time in his life, Anders blushed, but quickly paled as he realized that Random, still fully armed, had drawn his dagger and was moving towards him. Was he to be gelded? Was this some horrible Grey Warden punishment for some unknown trespass that no one had warned him of?
Before he could react, even to step back, and before his imagination could take him further down that dark hallway, the sides of his small clothes had been cleanly and carefully sliced though and the garment stripped from between his legs, the dagger put safely back in its sheath and Random back to his appraising stance as if he had never moved.
It was uncanny. No wonder the darkspawn fell in droves. "You… ah… you…" Anders stammered.
Random just smiled. He could have apologized, he supposed, but, well, yes, he did have a cruel streak kept well in check and a little reminder of what he could do should he wish… well, he wasn't going to apologize, that was all.
The most astonishing thing to Anders was he hadn't wilted. He hadn't had time he supposed, but you'd think a knife waving around his privates would have been enough to cool his ardor at least a little. But no, it had all happened too fast. Would he have backed out, cut (or uncut) and run, given a moment's time? No doubt. But no harm done, at least to anything except his poor small clothes. More mending…
Breaking out of his stillness, Random commented, "You are very fine. In all ways. I am glad that you decided to join me. I was not going to apologize for that little incident, but I see now that I will. I am sorry. Really, it was done without thought of how you might perceive it. It was just that I was seeing perfection marred and it offended me, so… Well, anyway, I am sorry. I hope that now you can trust me to not harm you, even if I might surprise you?"
Anders' mouth twisted, "Waving an edged weapon around a man's danglies is hardly a way to gain his trust, but yes, I understand what you're saying. And thank you. For the apology and for not doing what I thought for a moment you were going to do. I would miss them."
"So we are friends again?" Random asked.
"In truth there was not time for us to cease being friends, or for anything else. I don't even think I want to know how you do that, but please, don't do it again, at least when you're holding a dagger."
"Agreed. Now we may proceed," Random sighed.
"And I hope the proceeding involves you getting out of that armor and us getting into that bed, or at least building up the fire. It's damn cold in here, as I'm sure you haven't noticed." Anders shivered dramatically, rubbing his shoulders briskly.
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