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Can't Let You Go	By : Ellynndaria Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 7633 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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                Very early morning found Douglas in the pool, just like every morning, getting his laps in before the sun rose. He paused, hanging on the edge with his chin rested over crossed arms, stopping to watch the sun rise and change the color of the sky as it went. This was one of the only times of the day Douglas liked the sun anymore; the other being when it set. While admiring the scene, he heard Anders say behind him, "That was beautiful."
                Douglas was a bit startled, used to everyone else being asleep at this hour and he turned with a smile, "I know. I watch it every morning."
                "The sun is nice, but that wasn't what I was talking about."
                "Oh?"
                "I watched you swim for a while. You make it look so effortless and graceful."
                "What? Like this?" Douglas doggy paddled over toward Anders, splashing more than necessary.
                Anders smirked at him, "You know, somehow I'm not surprised you even managed to make that look good."
                They laughed, Douglas now hanging off the side off the pool, looking up at a now squatting Anders. "How did you find me without a map?"
                "Isabela told me where you were."
                "Isabela was up at this hour?"
                "I think still up may have been a better description; she looked really tired. I missed you when I got up, so after I showered and got dressed," indicating the new outfit provided for him, "I came to find you."
                "Well, you found me. At this time of the day, this is where I am."
                "You must have had a lot of practice to swim like that."
                Douglas laughed, "You could say that, college scholarships and everything."
                "You went to college?"
                Douglas raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'm going to pretend that wasn't an insult," but laughed again.
                "That's not what I meant; you just never mentioned it before. What did you study?"
                Douglas smiled widely up at him. "Linguistics."
                Anders chuckled, "Again, why am I not surprised?" shaking his head. "So, just out of curiosity, how many languages do you speak?"
                "Fluently or passingly?"
                Anders raised an eyebrow, "Both?"
                "Several and I lost count," Douglas smiled, "Want to hand me that towel?" pointing it out.
                As Anders went to retrieve it, Douglas hoisted himself out of the pool. When the blonde turned back to see Douglas standing there in black square leg briefs and nothing else but water droplets and a smile, he stopped dead in his tracks. Anders, of course, had known that was what he was wearing, but the water had distorted the lithe, swimmer's build as it moved through the water and he swallowed so hard there was an audible gulp.
                Douglas cocked an eyebrow, "Towel?"
                "I... uhh... ummm... huh?" was Anders' struck stupid response unable to tear his eyes away from the muscled legs, black swimsuit, and small waist.
                Douglas closed the distance between them, taking the towel and laughing, "Thanks."
                "Uh... ya... ummm... no problem."
                Douglas toweled himself off. As he was drying off his hair, the rippling muscles of his chest caught Anders' attention, snapping him out of his stupor. "That's one heck of a scar."
                Douglas stopped at the reference to the near eight inch marking beneath his left ribs. Looking at Anders for a moment, he smiled and said, "I got it in a knife fight."
                Anders smiled back and chuckled slightly. He studied it a bit closer and tilted his head, "You aren't joking are you?"
                Douglas laughed, "You know you are the first person to ever believe that story."
                "But it's the truth, isn't it?" Anders' amber eyes searched ice blue ones, Douglas searched back for a few moments before nodding a yes. Anders looked back at the scar for another couple of seconds and back up at him, "And it was serious wasn't it?"
                Douglas nodded again before walking over to his clothes, pulling a t-shirt and warm up pants on. He looked back at Anders, sadness tingeing his features, "I need to go take a shower."


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                Douglas was standing in front of the mirror, wrapped in a towel after his shower, combing his hair for the day when his gaze strayed to the scar on his chest. He set the comb down and leaned into the counter unable to look away from the reflected aged wound.

                "I wonder what those friends of yours would think if they found out you are a mama's boy."
                A thirteen year old Douglas shouted back, "At least I have friends you super geek."

                Douglas' breathing started to quicken as the memory replayed in his mind, reliving a fight that changed everything for his family.

                He was so tired, and something smelt funny. Even from behind closed eyes, Douglas could tell that wherever he was, it was bright. Douglas was having a difficult time breathing normally and his whole body was stiff like he hadn't moved in a long time but exhausted at the same time. Douglas forced a peek, squinting into the light and glancing around. His breath quickened only causing him more pain; this looked like a hospital room. Douglas shakily called out from a croaking throat, "Mother?"
                "Oh, Douglas! My baby boy!" there was a thud when Leandra dropped the book she was reading to the floor and grabbed her son's hand.
                "Too bright."
                "Bethany, darling, turn the light off for Douglas. The doctors just came in to check on you and forgot to turn it off."
                There was a click and Douglas could see the room more clearly now, and he opened his eyes a little more, and he glanced around, "Where's Father?"
                "He had to go to work, but he should be getting off soon and he'll come straight here."
                Douglas nodded, and kept looking around the room. Bethany was smiling vaguely at him and his lips instinctively twitched one back. He twisted slightly to try and see the rest of the room, causing a sharp pain to shoot through his chest. Douglas eyes opened wider as he started to remember what had happened, his eyes searching every nook and cranny. Panic set in, sending his chest to heaving, pain clearly etching his features.
                "Douglas, baby, you need to calm down."
                "Where...?" He looked back at his mother, "Where...," swallowing down the fear, not sure he wanted to know the answer to the question he was about to ask, he blurted out, "Where is my brother?"
                Sadness crossed Leandra's face and she squeezed his hand, patting it reassuringly, "He's gone, Douglas..."

                Douglas blinked a few times at his reflection before wiping away a couple of unshed tears with the back of his hand. He pressed away from the counter, giving his hair one last look over before he left the bathroom. He walked into his bedroom mentally going over what he had to do that day, trying to decide what he needed to wear.
                "Darn, I missed it."
                "Anders!" The blonde was leaning against the bed and had startled him again and Douglas wondered how he had gotten into his room. He was fairly certain he had locked the door like always although he had been pretty distracted when he had gotten in here, maybe he had accidentally forgotten this time or hadn't closed it completely, "Missed what?"
                "You half-naked and wet again."
                Douglas laughed nervously, "Liked that did you? Shall I go back and take another shower?"
                Anders walked toward him, shaking his head no, "You probably have a window in there to hop out of and you'll run away again."
                "Ah yes, I can see it now, me tearing through the yard with not but my towel and Loki thinking it is some sort of game, ripping the flapping fabric from me," Douglas chuckled still as he grew more nervous as Anders advanced and ended up backing himself against the wall.
                Anders stopped mere inches from him, "You do realize you have just implanted a vision of yourself naked in my head."
                Douglas gave a lopsided grin, "I do now."

                "So, are you going to tell me now why you keep running away?"
                "Good cardio?"
                "So is what you are running from."
                Douglas chuckled again, "Touché." Fingertips lightly brushed the inside of his thigh, having stealthily worked its way past the towel and Douglas jumped like he had been electrocuted.
                Anders raised an eyebrow, ceasing the movement of his hand, "You have been with a man before, haven't you?"
                Douglas swallowed, croaking out a, "Yes."
                The fingers started brushing across him again, a husky whisper asking, "And did you like it?"
                Douglas was barely able to force out his answer this time, "Yes."
                "That's good," and the hand inched higher, amber eyes looking directly into his again, "Oh, and I love you, too."
                Douglas' mouth fell open, and Anders took the opportunity to kiss him, a short, sweet kiss before breaking away and looking at him again, the hand inching higher. Douglas' mouth moved a few times, finally able to squeak, "What changed since yesterday?"
                "Besides seeing you practically naked and wet? Nothing. You didn't exactly give me a chance to respond."
                "So why didn't you tell me last night?"
                "I promised to be good and I didn't want to break my word." Douglas sucked in air when the hand brushed along his length, causing hips to buck out away from the wall. Anders smiled, "But I gave no such promise today."
                Douglas swallowed in response to Anders' words before the hand wrapped around him and he gasped, his eyes rolling back. The hand moved slowly up and down, Anders' lips moving to the side of Douglas' neck. Douglas was rapidly approaching the edge after just a couple of minutes, and called out a "Wait!" Anders looked at him, wondering what the problem was this time, his displeasure clearly displayed. Douglas swallowed and looked embarrassingly away, clearing his throat before barely muttering, "I haven't had sex with anyone since I was a junior in college."
                Anders looked at him in surprise, probably trying to figure out if he was serious, that being over ten years ago. "Sounds like you are overdue for a refresher course," but he removed his hand from underneath the towel. "Is there a reason?"
                Douglas looked back at him, "There was no one worth getting my heart broken again."
                "And now?"
                "There is."
                "Alright then," Anders reached up, touching Douglas' cheek and smiled, "So, we'll just wait until you're ready." He gave a soft kiss before turning to go.
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