Crash and Burn | By : youjik33 Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 1818 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: Dragon Age 2 and all the characters in this story are owned by BioWare; I just gave Cavendish a first name. I make no profit off this story. |
Hawke slept late that day, much later than usual. When he woke sunlight was streaming through his windows and he just lay there for a while, enjoying those sleepy moments when his mind was still empty and all that he had to think about were the things surrounding him: the warm blanket on top of him, the slice of blue sky he could just barely see out the high window, the weight of his dog against his back. When he finally did sit up all his problems came rushing back at once, because his bedmate, much to his surprise, was not his dog at all. It was Anders.
Hawke had barely seen Anders over the past several days, since that awful confrontation where Anders had lied to him to get Hawke to help him... do what? He still didn't know. He felt like he didn't know anything any more, and that uncertainty had settled somewhere in the bottom of his stomach to churn unless he could manage to distract himself. Anders was lying on his side on top of the blanket, wearing only a pair of gray cotton trousers, hair loose around his face. For the briefest moment Hawke thought he was asleep, but suddenly his eyes flicked opened and he sat up, meeting Hawke's confused gaze. "What... are you doing here?" Hawke asked after a moment. That look Anders was giving him scared him, somehow, but he couldn't place why because he couldn't decide what it meant. It was like Anders was trying to stare into him, or through him. "Cavendish," he said finally, hand coming up to cup Hawke's cheek, thumb rubbing against his jawline in an achingly familiar gesture. "I know I have no right, after... what I did, but...Cav, if I could just ask for one favor..." "Anything," Hawke said, the word coming easily and naturally to his lips. "Fuck me." The words, whispered against Hawke's ear, were accompanied by warm, moist breath, and Hawke felt himself stirring. "That's..." he said, as Anders' chest pressed flush against his, and lips latched onto the side of his neck. "I don't really see how that's doing you a favor..." "Please," Anders breathed, and there was something low and desperate in his voice. "I want you inside me." There was definitely something off about this situation, just as there had been something off about everything these past few days, but Anders was straddling Hawke's lap, their erections bumping together through several layers of cloth, so instead of trying to analyze it Hawke just said "The oil, in the nightstand-" Within moments Hawke was naked and leaning back against the headboard, watching Anders' face as the other man worked two oil-slicked fingers into himself. Then he was climbing into Hawke's lap again, one hand bracing himself against Hawke's shoulder while the other circled the base of Hawke's cock, lining them up. "Are you sure-" Hawke began, but then the tightness of Anders' body was closing around him and he lost the words. Anders' breath escaped in a long hiss near Hawke's ear, and Hawke managed to pull himself together long enough to ask, "Does it hurt?" "No," he gasped. "No, it's wonderful." They rocked their bodies together, Anders riding him in long, hard strokes, Hawke's fingers digging into his hips. He murmured the Maker's name against Anders' shoulder, feeling the tension build, ready to uncoil. "Anders," he said when he knew he couldn't stand it any longer, "I'm going to come." Anders smiled at him, the most effortless and genuine smile Hawke had seen on his face in a long time. Maybe it was the smile that pushed him over the edge, because Hawke found himself shaking with the force of his orgasm, still buried deep inside Anders' body. Anders' arms tightened around Hawke's shoulders, and a trickle of warmth spread between their bodies from Anders' own release. They clung to each other, panting, before Anders lifted himself off of Hawke and threw himself face-first against the mattress. "What was that all about?" Hawke asked after he'd caught his breath. Anders pushed himself up onto his knees. That mysterious guarded look had crept back into his eyes, and he brushed strands of sweaty hair back from Hawke's face with his fingertips. He stared at Hawke for so long Hawke finally had to look away. Then he slipped out of bed, reaching for his discarded clothing. The transition was so abrupt Hawke was at a loss for a few moments. "Wait," he said as Anders pulled his robe and jacket on – that strange black clothing he had suddenly taken to wearing, the color stark and melancholy and just wrong. "You're leaving?" "Yes." "You don't have to go." "Yes, I do," he said. "Dammit, Anders!" Hawke spat, climbing out of bed after him, not caring that he was still naked. "Why won't you just talk to me for once?" His hand caught Anders' wrist and the other man whirled. For the briefest instant Hawke thought he saw a glimmer of blue in Anders' eyes, but he squeezed them shut, and when he opened them again they were their usual golden brown. He leaned close and brushed his lips against Hawke's forehead. "I love you, Cavendish Hawke," he murmured. "As much as I don't deserve to." Then he had turned away, heading for the bedroom door. "I love you too, you idiot," Hawke said, but it was too late; he was gone. ------ A/N: Stay tuned for part two, which features an explosion and shit hitting the fan.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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