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Blood Chronicles	By : Hikari86 Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 5200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author Note: One-shot of Anders and his first crush, Arawin. Before Justice corrupted his mind, but right after the events of 'Blood Song.' Rated M for obvious reasons. This I wrote due to the fact I got a really awesome grade on my very hard nursing exam. So enjoy, and Bioware owns everything Dragon Age!

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Anders had always thought himself a lady's man. He was charming, charismatic, friendly, and fairly decent looking, or at least so he thought. Many woman had told him so, and whenever he looked in the mirror, he couldn't help but to smile at himself sometimes. He had nice features: dirty blonde hair, slightly long which he liked to hold back; a flashing smile, and soft brown eyes that were potent to any woman who dared look into them too deeply. No one could say he wasn't handsome, and no one could really say he was shy either. He had never found it hard to speak to women, flirting with them even. Didn't matter if it might lead anywhere, just causal flirting that sometimes made him a menace. He liked to tease Velanna, knowing his advances infuriated her. It was a fun game. It was the same with Lisha, although she played with him a little better than Velanna did. She knew he was harmless. Lisha had a husband, after all. Although once he died, Anders let her be, not wanting to make her feel worse than she already was. He respected her, his commander, friend. The one who had saved him. No, before her husband's untimely death, he had no problems teasing and playing with her. With any woman, really. But for some reason, Arawin was different.
Anders didn't really understand why, but for some reason Arawin, the new commander, the actual Commander of the Grey before Lisha, made him feel different. His heart always seemed to pound in his chest when she was close. His breathing intensifying, palms becoming sweaty. Her voice was enough to cause this reaction. The look of her, a redheaded elf, cut short with bright, emerald eyes that gleamed and sparkled whenever she was enjoying herself, especially when fighting and killing darkspawn. Her fiery nature made her even more intoxicating, almost poisonous. She was a wonder to watch on the battlefield, dexterous and light as she twirled from one darkspawn to the other, stabbing them with her daggers, one coated with fire and just as brilliant as she was. Anders wasn't sure why he found it so hard to talk with her, just normally. But he had an inkling that it might have to due with the fact she was already spoken for.
Zevran, an elf just as deadly as she was, probably even more so due to the fact he used to be an Antivan Crow. They were lovers, maybe even more than that since they had been through a lot together. It was interesting how they met, during the time when Arawin and her fellow Grey Wardens, Zelda and Alistair—king and queen of Ferelden now—were working to defeat the Blight that was plaguing the country. Zevran had actually been hired to kill them, running into Arawin first when the group had split. He ambushed her, but she had won, defeating him and allowing him to join her in her mission when he asked to be spared. He had, of course, planned on finishing her off, but instead ended up falling in love with her. She in turn, fell in love with him, and they had been inseparable for a time, or at least until he set out for Antiva when his fellow Crows found out he had betrayed them. It was during that time, when he was in Antiva, leaving Arawin behind, pregnant and scared, that she was suppose to go to Amaranthine and take over as Commander of the Grey. Her condition wouldn't allow this, however, and so Lisha took her place temporarily.
Anders had met Arawin during that unforgettable time when they were dealing with a new darkspawn threat. She had been in Denerim for a time, visiting with Queen Zelda before setting out for Amaranthine. She never made it, having been captured by darkspawn on the way. When they had heard about it in Amaranthine, Lisha immediately sent out a search party to claim her back. They weren't sure how Arawin had escaped at first—learning later it had to due with the Arichitect—but they found her laying in the Deep Roads, in labor and barely alive. They brought her back to the keep, doing what they could, saving her life at least, but unable to save the life of the baby. Anders learned a hard lesson that day. Even though he might be a spirit healer, he couldn't save everyone.
It wasn't immediate at first, mostly due to the strange and crude way they were introduced, but Anders knew there was something about Arawin that interested him. He saw it in her every time they were together, either helping to train recruits, trudging through the Deep Roads killing darkspawn, or just hanging out in the mess hall, laughing and having fun. She was fascinating, and he was finding it harder to conceal his interest for her. Zevran didn't seem like the jealous type, she had even said to him once that he wasn't, but Anders didn't want to be too careless. He was an assassin, after all.
It became harder, however, no matter what Anders tired to do. Especially when he fought her, duels that were for either training or showing off to recruits. She had asked him to play an emissary so she could show the recruits how to take one down. He said yes, not really being able to tell her no. It was an odd thing fighting her, though. He was suppose to lose because he was playing a darkspawn, but he wondered if he really lost because he couldn't find himself hurting her. It was how it always felt when he dueled her. Always ending the same.
Anders found himself on his back, Arawin straddling his hips with her flame coated dagger pressing on one of his carotids. The blade was sharp, but she didn't press hard enough to cut. The fire from the enchantment warm, making his neck sweat slightly, but it would never burn him. Not while she considered a friend.
She was smiling down at him, removing her blade then turning to the watching recruits. She explained to them all she had done while still sitting upon his hips. He liked her there, but at the same time wanted her to move as he was beginning to like it too much. He was hardening, and tried to think of anything else but the pressure of her body upon his. It wasn't working, and he only hoped she wouldn't notice, but he knew she did. She was done explaining, getting up off him, but not before staring back in his eyes and winking. Anders wasn't sure what it meant, or even if he had seen it correctly. She could have just been trying to get something out of her eye. He thought about it for awhile, thought about everything. Wondered if maybe he shouldn't try and get transferred to another Grey Warden base. It might be best, considering he wasn't sure how he would be able to handle things if his interest in the commander didn't dwindle.
“Anders?”
Her voice startled him out of his thoughts. He turned to see her behind him, smiling. “Uh... yes, Commander?” he said timidly.
“Anders, you know better than to call me 'commander.' We're friends, right? And being considered a senior Warden here in Amaranthine, you have the right to call me 'Arawin.'”
“Yeah, I... I know.” He cleared his throat. Of course he knew, but maybe that was the problem. If he considered her more as his commander than a friend, then his interest may start to decrease. “Was there something you wanted?”
“Yes, I need to speak with you. Privately.” He tried to study her face, but it was hard to read.
“What do we need to talk about that requires privacy?”
“Just come with me, please. You don't need to be scared.” She began walking down the hall. He followed her, realizing they were heading straight for her room. His heart skipped a beat.
He had been in her room before, during the time when he was taking care of her after her tragic labor. The room was the largest in the keep, once being the room to the old arl, Rendon Howe, before he was killed by Zelda. Now it belonged to the Commander of the Grey. Once he entered, Arawin closed the door behind him and he noticed a flicker in her eyes. She gave him a lustful gaze, and he knew she hadn't really asked him here to talk.
“Arawin?” he questioned.
“You don't need to fear anything. I know how you feel about me, Anders,” she said. “It's okay that you do. I'd have to say I have just as much interest in you.”
“You... do?” Anders stared at her, his heart pounding. It sounded almost too good to be true. “But... what about Zevran?”
“What about me?” That thickly accented Antivan voice caught Anders off guard. The elf was sitting in a chair right next to the bed. Anders wasn't sure why he hadn't noticed him there before.
“It's just I know you and Arawin are together,” said Anders. “I don't want to get in between you two.”
“Maybe we want you to,” said Arawin. She brought herself to his front, gently smiling up at him with glittering eyes. “That's, of course, if you wish. I'm not going to make you do something you don't want. But seeing as you're already interested in me, I thought if I gave you the opportunity, you might like it.”
This got Anders to smile. “I don't mind. Is he going to be jealous, though?”
Zevran laughed.
“You don't need to worry about him,” said Arawin. “Like I told you before, he's not the jealous type. In fact he encouraged me to ask you. Apparently I'm more woman than even he can handle at times. So... do you think you're up for the challenge?”
“Very much so,” Anders whispered.
“Good.” She lend into him, her lips pressing his. She had a sweet taste, better than what he expected. He could feel her moving him backwards, his legs hitting the side of the bed. He sat, and Arawin climbed on top, straddling him.
They continued to kiss, her hands on his face as she brought his mouth closer to hers. Anders let his hands roam, going about her body and finding the flesh of her exposed midsection. She was wearing her Dalish armor, consisting of two pieces: a short breastplate, and a leather skirt. The skin of her abdomen was soft, tight against her muscles, and delectably enjoyable. He wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer and enjoying the flesh of her back. His hands then moved down to her hips, finding the leather tassels that hung from the band about her waste. He moved them aside to find her thigh and already he could feel the heat of her sex on his hand. It wasn't until then that he realized how much he liked Dalish armor.
Arawin moaned in his mouth, bringing him out of it for a moment, wondering why she had done that. His hands were not near her sex, and he had done nothing yet to have her make that noise. Anders moved his mouth away from hers, giving Arawin the chance to attack his neck. It was a delectable feeling, but he ignored her for a moment as he noticed Zevran right behind her. He was kissing her neck, going slowly, suckling on the sensitive flesh right at the nape. Arawin moaned again, biting down on Anders's neck. It strung, but also sent a shiver down his spine. He didn't mind sharing her, but he also wasn't about ready to let Zevran have all the fun.
Anders took her face in his hands and brought her back to his lips. There he kissed her deeply before beginning to work his mouth down. He took it down her throat, kissing the flushed skin and moving his tongue in tiny circles. His hands made their way to her breastplate, finding the buckles and undoing them without having to look. The breastplate slipped off, along with her breastband, giving him full access to her breasts. A hand squeezed one, feeling the flesh and hardening nipple. They were small, being elven, but he liked them. Anders found he actually liked small breasts. They were easier to handle, fitting in his hand. He stroked the one nipple, pinching it between his fingers. Arawin gasped and dug her nails into his shoulder, her head falling back. He took that as a good sign and took the other breast into his mouth, suckling and playing with her nipple with his tongue. She moaned louder, her fingernails biting into his shoulder. She then pushed on him, and he laid his back on the bed.
She was fully on him now, having taken her chest away from his gaping mouth. He went to bring her back, but she pushed him down harder. Anders let go, surrendering to her as Arawin began to undo his robes, opening them to reveal his bare chest to her. She brought her mouth down, first to his neck then working her way down just as he had. Her tongue swirled around one of his nipples before she took it down even further to his abdomen, tracing the lines of his muscles. She then popped up, nearly gasping for air as Zevran ran his hands to her front. One hand pinched a nipple while the other worked to remove the leather skirt about her waist. It fell to the floor, showing Anders everything. Arawin had not been wearing smallclothes, which was why he had been able to feel her heat so fully. She had obviously prepared for tonight.
Again, not wanting Zevran to have all the fun, Anders yanked Arawin down to him. He took the other breast Zevran wasn't playing with into his mouth and sucked hard. Arawin groaned and began to shiver. She moved side to side as both men used their hands and mouths to play with her. Anders at her breasts, while Zevran moved down further, his hands upon her backside and mouth slowly going down the ridge of her spine.
“This is not fair,” she growled.
“What is not fair, mi amora?” Zevran whispered. “You seem to be enjoying this.”
“It's not fair that I'm naked and both of you still have clothes on.” She sat up fully, taking herself away from Anders and pushing Zevran away. “Off with everything. Both of you!”
Anders would oblige. Quickly he sat up himself, removing his robes and shirt. He was about ready to remove his own smallclothes when he noticed Zevran hadn't moved. He was still in his own Dalish armor, the male version that looked like regular leathers. He and Arawin were locked in a deadly gaze. Her eyes hard and predatory, posture tense as if she were ready to pounce. Zevran slowly smiled at her. When she leaped, he deftly moved, grabbing her and wrestling her to the bed. Anders got out of their way, letting Zevran get her under control as she fought him hard to get on top. She lost. Zevran pinned her to the bed, he held her hands to the side of her head, and kept her legs closed tightly between his own. She struggled against him, but his hold on her was too great. He cooed in her ear, kissing lightly as she began to finally succumb to him. When she was calm, Zevran then looked to Anders and gestured for him to come forward.
“Hold her, and don't let her go,” he said as Anders crawled over to where they were. Zevran moved out of the way to let Anders at her head. They switched hands carefully so it was Anders holding Arawin's arms down. She looked up at him, glaring. Anders just smiled at her as he started kissing her once more. His tongue moved its way past her teeth, and dueled with her own. Her teeth then got a hold of his bottom lip and she gently pulled, sucking it into her mouth. Anders groaned at the gesture. Arawin suddenly squirmed, letting go of his lip. Anders looked down to see Zevran between her legs, his lips gently kissing the inside of her thighs. His eyes gleamed over at Anders, a provocative smile curing up his face.
“Would you like a taste?” Zevran rubbed his check against her thigh, closing his eyes and humming.
Anders licked his lips, very much wanting to be right where Zevran was. Sensing his need, Zevran opened back up his eyes and moved himself to Arawin's torso. He grabbed below her elbows, letting Anders let go of her hands so he could slide down. He noticed as he moved that Zevran was now completely naked, a specimen just as impressive as Arawin was. His skin bronzed, tight against hard muscle. Dark tattoos trailed about the ridges, enhancing their look.
When Anders found his way between her legs, he could once again feel the heat rising from her sex. It was sensual, causing his already hard length to grow even harder. He had to quickly remove his own smallclothes to keep the fabric from chafing him. Once free, he positioned his mouth close to her mound. He enjoyed the moment as he took in its sight and scent. He didn't tease her, just dived right in, tongue going deep between the folds of her channel. Arawin let out a cry, muffled due to Zevran's mouth. She squirmed, but didn't fight to get away. Anders grabbed onto her hips and lifted them up to gain more access. His tongue jetted in and out, circling around the walls between the thrusts. She tasted fabulous to him. A taste he could not describe, nor compare to. It was just marvelous, wonderful, better than he could have hoped for. And her reactions to his invasion were just as good.
Arawin began to buck her hips. She squeezed her thighs around his head, but he only pushed them further apart as he dived even deeper. He found her nub, the swollen button that when pressed with his tongue, sent her screaming and wriggling. Zevran kept her hands from grabbing Anders, but there was nothing that could be done about her legs. Anders was too busy enjoying her taste to realize one of her legs became free from him. It hit him in the side, knocking him away and before he and Zevran knew it, Arawin had freed herself from their grasp. She went right after Anders, grabbing and forcing his back right on the bed. Her eyes had that predatory look, full of heat and pure lust. She straddled him again, pressing her now exposed and soaking wet mound right on his throbbing erection.
“You will pay for that,” she growled. Her hands gripped both sides of his face, her mouth falling onto his. Her kiss was rough, forceful. Anders loved it, taking it in and letting her have complete control over him.
He heard Zevran chuckle as the elf positioned himself once again behind Arawin. “Are you enjoying this, Amora?”
“Very much so,” Arawin breathed. She went back to kissing Anders, one hand beginning to leave his head. It went down his body, finally settling and wrapping itself around his length. Anders slightly gasped from the touch. Her hand held him firm, almost to the point of pain, but Anders wouldn't have it any other way. Her thumb then began to rub the tip, pressing and circling. She smeared the cream accumulating on the head, spreading it around while her fingers grasping his shaft moved slowly up and down. Anders had to bite his lower lip, trying to keep himself from fully losing control. Her hand was like an iron grip, sending electrical pulses throughout his body. It was hard for him to stay focused.
“Are you enjoying your punishment?” Arawin whispered in his ear. “Because I will make you suffer.”
“Please,” Anders breathed out. It was really all he could say. All he wanted to say.
Arawin's lustful gaze intensified. She loosened her grip as she positioned herself, placing his tip right at her entrance. Slowly she lowered herself, not stopping until he was fully engulfed by her. Anders quivered, holding hard to his control. Her slick walls were tight against his shaft, squeezing him. When she began to move, he nearly released right there, but found a tight grip when he grabbed onto her hips. Arawin would have pushed them away, but instead had to steady herself, placing her arms on either side of his chest as she was pressed down. Zevran was at her back, holding onto her waist, eyes closed as he pressed his own hips forward. Arawin let out a growl as her hands crinkled the sheets. Her hips pressed down further on Anders, making him penetrate further in. She pushed him into the bed, and there the three of them stayed for a moment.
Anders couldn't take it anymore. He had to move. His hands shifted Arawin's hips, causing her walls to slide around him. The pressure lifted off of him, and he found he could move his own hips forward, bringing them back into Arawin's. She then came back down on him as Zevran pushed forward then lifted. Anders then did it again, then Zevran, a slow harmony began to form as they worked together, pushing Arawin forward then relaxing so she could then be pressed back. The movement soon grew faster, Anders tightening his grip on her hips as he pressed deep inside her. Arawin cried out from both their penetrations, completely succumbing to the two as there was no way she could fight both of them.
Their pace peaked. Anders could feel himself slipping. Arawin screamed in his ear, her thighs clenching around his hips as her walls vibrated and tightened about his length. He lost all control, his seed spilling into her with force as she was pressed down hard on him. Zevran banged his own hips into her backside before he stiffened and let out a gasp. He fell onto the bed first, Arawin following as she laid between the two men. They all breathed hard, coated in sweat and feeling as if they were floating.
“That was... exactly what I needed,” Arawin breathed. “Thank you, Anders. Zevran.”
“You know I'm always here for you, Amora,” Zevran said as he stroked her abdomen.
“Glad I could help,” Anders sighed. “That was a first, but so... wonderful.”
Both Zevran and Arawin chuckled. “And you're always welcome to come back, you know,” Arawin smiled. “Whenever you want.”
Anders smiled back, liking what he was hearing. If he really could have Arawin whenever he wanted, even if he had to share her, he didn't mind. Sharing was more fun than he thought it would be.
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