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He walked in wearily through the foyer and into the main hall, his feet nearly dragging from a late night at the clinic. He wondered where Bodahn had gone momentarily as he entered the main room, then dismissed his absence- it was 3 am, after all. He leaned his staff against the mantle and tugged the leather string that held up his topknot. His hair fell about his ears when he heard a light woof from the mabari in the shadows to his left; he jumped.
He’d always been at odds with the dog regarding bed space, but since the animal was respecting his wishes tonight, he crouched and offered the scratch of an ear with a lopsided smile.
“Maker, I am tired.” He murmured to the dog. It chuffed in response and returned to it’s slumber.
He dragged the palm of his hand over his face, felt the stubble on his chin. Sighed. Then made his way to the stairs. His eye caught the goblet on the small table nestled against the wall. He made a beeline for it.
“What a darling man,” he murmured aloud as he gulped the half alcohol half medicine down.
It was succor to help him sleep that Hawke, dabbling in herbs, had concocted just for him. It seemed to keep Justice more subdued and it was only with a twinge of guilt that he did so; a night of rest would do himself and his patients good. It worked quickly, however, so after he finished it off, he made his way for the stairs. The familiar tingling in his body began and he felt Justice mentally shift within him and recede. Anders thought longingly of the cool sheets and warm body of the man he loved waiting for him a few steps away.
He pulled the door open with that thought in mind, getting fuzzy and already reaching for the ties for his trousers at his waist. Half lidded from exhaustion and eyes not accustomed to the dim light within, it was with his first intake of breath that it struck him. The smell in the room was that of sweat and the humidity laid immediately upon his skin. A prick of ozone that marked the presence of both lyrium and stamina potions.
The sounds came second, a moan and the dull slap of wet skin on skin. Then his golden eyes adjusted to the light and he stumbled to a stop, shocked and staring, his throat suddenly parched.
His eyes darted from one location to the next. In dismay, he did not know where to settle them, so his ears chose for him, honing in on the moaning that had grown louder.
Fenris had Isabella pinned. The voluptuous pirate’s back to the wall in front of the armoire, her smock peeled down round her waist with her left leg hiked up and wrapped around the muscular elf’s slender waist. Her left arm hooked round his neck. Her right arm was down at her right thigh working on with the man standing there. Sebastion, legs slightly parted and hips rocking gently into the pirate’s fisted palm. Even as Fenris pushed steadily into her, jostling her leg with each thrust, Isabella enthusiastically added her own encouraging instructions.
“That’s it,” she gasped. “Good boys know how to-” But she was cut off with Fenris leaning in and biting her lip as he thrust particularly deep up into her lips.
“Shut up and take it,” Fenris growled, jerking up into her more aggressively.
Merrill sat on the edge of the bed, completely nude. Her right knee bent, foot on the bed, as her right hand worked between her legs, her left hand reaching back to hook round the strong neck of Hawke himself, who pressed up against her from behind, kneeling nude himself. He whispered words Anders could not hear into her ear as he rolled Merril’s left nipple between two fingers. Merril’s breath hitched now and then with a little squeak as her fingers worked more quickly.
With a loud grunt, Fenris thrust one final time into Isabella’s wet depths And Isabella shuddered, whether in an orgasm of her own or deeper arousal, Anders could only guess.
Fenris disengaged himself and Isabella cried out in needy want, reaching.
“There there, pet, Sebastion has a hot prick waiting for that cunt of yours.” Hawke’s deep voice lazily called out over Merril’s shoulder. Hawke’s own hot prick was swollen and twitching, red and vivid against the small of Merril’s pale lower back. “Just lean up against that mantle and invite him. After Fenris,” Hawke interupted himself with a dirty chuckle, “It should be easy enough for him to slip right in.”
Isabella barely had time to turn before the rogue grasped her and turned her himself, burying himself to the hilt as Isabella gripped the border of the fireplace for balance.
Fenris had not moved from standing idly by, his cock only flagging slightly as it dribbled a string of cum to the carpet. His gaze was unfocused, his chest flushed from his recent orgasm.
“Anders!” Hawke suddenly exclaimed, catching sight of him in the doorway, a delighted smile on his bearded face.
Anders heart jumped. His mind was fuzzy, he was confused. The reality of it felt muted, yet every detail so vivid as his gaze socked in every small and torrid detail. A wet sucking noise from Isabella’s cunt as Sebastion pulled out for another thrust. Merril’s arm working to frig herself more quickly. Crinkles at the corner of his Hawke’s blue eyes from his smile; as if nothing was out of place. As though Hawke’s cock bobbing as he turned toward Anders on the bed was a natural occurrence with so many witnesses.
Fenris shifted, his cock still dribbling slowly. Hawke, momentarily distracted from greeting Anders, turned towards the two elves. His cock gently struck against Merril’s back and a high pitched moan escaped her as her own left hand took up where Hawke’s had vacated at her own left breast.
Hawke spoke. “Fenris, you’re making a mess,” he chided, as if Fenris had made some childish error. “Clean yourself then attend to Merril here. She needs attention, and I have our guest of honor to greet.”
Fenris nonchalantly took his hand to the base of his cock, and in one long gripping motion, went from base to tip. The leavings of his pleasure collected upon his palm and fingers. Just as casually, he put his hand up to his mouth, lathing his tongue over it thoroughly, and sucking each finger.
Turning abruptly, he fell to his knees at the bedside. He bent forward, nuzzling at Merril’s busy hand until she took her fingers way. She buried her slick fingers directly into his white damp hair, dragging him to work upon her eagerly with a moan.
“Andraste, sweet bride, cast from me these thoughts of sin. I only think of you,” The lilt marked the man more clearly than the form in the shadows did. That was definitely Sebastion violently fucking Isabella as if his soul depended on it.
“Anders,” Hawke said quietly, now before him.
He tore his golden eyes off the tablue. Hawke had said his name so lovingly, as it had been said a thousand times. Hawke came close to him, and he did not step away. Hawke’s smile faded, and he looked sympathetically into his eyes. Hawke’s hand, calloused, came to his cheek.
“Poor heart,” Hawke murmured. “I’m sure you must find this all confusing.”
Anders blinked, slowly. “Is this…” he struggled for words as his golden eyes looked once more to the scene at his left.
“Real?” he finally managed to ask.
Sebastion’s hips steadily thrust into Isabela’s round behind and added a loud slap to it.
“Fuck!” Isabella exclaimed.
“It’s very real, Anders, I am not sorry to say.” Hawke replied, leaning in to kiss Ander’s fore head.
Anders did not pull away, whether from shock, or habit, or due to the aching love he felt in his heart for this man. Seeing that as encouragment, Hawke kissed him gently on the mouth. Leaning back just so that there were a few inches between their mouths.
Hawke added, blissfully. “I am so glad you can finally join our reality. Anders.”
“I release these feelings,” Sebastion shouted, breathily, gasping at his work, eyes focused in prayer.
“In your nngh-,”the rogue stuttered, his pace picking up. His eyes scrunched up as he took in short breaths.
“In your name!” he shouted, pounding into Isabella as she squealed her own wordless encouragement, pushing back to meet his thrusts enthusiastically.
The rogue stiffened, biting his lip and digging his fingers into Isabella curvy hips. “Unnnnnnghhhh….” he exclaimed, and collapsed against the back of Isabella.
The pirate faltered under the sudden weight, but recovered enough to keep from falling to her knees. She and Sebastion panted a few moments, catching their breath. Sebastion pulled out, strings of cum, both his and Fenris’, dripping out of Isabella’s cunt.
Merril fell backwards against the bed, using her feet to thrust her hips, her sopping pussy, into Fenris’ attentive mouth. Her cries were sharp with her own hard earned release for many seconds, before she collapsed back onto the tousled sheets of the four poster bed.
Hawke put his hands on Anders’ shoulders. Anders did not struggle, falling to his knees. Hawke’s big hands rifled through his hair, and he felt a tingling, a dizziness for a moment. He rocked where he kneeled, only Hawke’s guiding hands keeping him from falling onto his side to the carpet. The feeling receded, and in its place, a calm, but his vision slightly blurry.
“That’s a good boy,” Hawke encouraged, murmured, above him. “This is all as it should be.”
Hawke’s cock tip rubbed against his lips, generous pre cum smearing across them like a salty balm. Anders’ vision became clear, and a sharp urge to take Hawke’s cock into his mouth near overwhelmed him. He fought it, even as his parched throat suddenly moistened from salivation. That scent, so familiar, so welcome in the past. Yet there was also something else.
He fought the urge even as his cock surged strong against his own trousers. He must. He must…
“How is this happening?” he finally, with all his might, uttered. But it was half as strong as he’d meant it to be, and ended with him kissing the tip of Hawke’s cock lovingly. Both the taste of copper as well as salt permeated Anders’ tastebuds.
“Well,”Hawke replied, rocking his mouth against Ander’s lips, encouraging him to open through body language alone.
Anders relented, sucking the cock into his mouth like a starving man, and everything felt both absolutely as it should be and horribly wrong. He tasted blood. He could feel Justice shifting within, and a feeling of confused hope sparked within. Even while Hawke’s pubic hairs tickled his nose, and the tip of Hawke’s cock nudged the back of his throat.
“Shhhh,”Hawke said suddenly, rubbing his scalp one more.
The tingling dizziness returned, and Justice receded once more to the depths.
“Good. Now, where was I?” Hawke asked of the room, pulling his cock out slowly, giving Anders a moment to breath.
Hawke pushed inevitably back in, tugging on his hair, and triggering Anders’ gag reflex slightly. The sensation of nausea went quickly away.
“I guess this all began with Merril teaching me blood magic. The idea for all THIS fun, however,” Hawke said, pulling his cock almost all the way out of Anders mouth.
Anders whimpered, fearing the loss, and knowing that feeling was wrong both at the same time.
Hawke continued. “Was the day I returned Keran to the Templar order.”
Hawke began slowly pumping into Anders’ mouth, half depth thrusts. “Macha was SO appreciative.”
Hawke thrust suddenly and deeply into his mouth, and Anders deep throated him eagerly. Anders moaned in satisfaction, his own cock throbbing for attention.
“She sent me a letter to meet with her.”
~TBC~