Undercover Mage

Anders clung to Nate the entire way back to Vigil, not caring one whit who saw them. He was done with hiding. He didn’t care who knew he was in love at this point, as long as he got to show it in every way he could.

When they reached Nate's room, the noble guided Anders to the bed and then stood to close the door with a soft click. He stood at the door for a few moments before stepping back over to the bed and pulling Anders into a desperate hug. “Anders...” he choked out. "Maker's breath, Mage, don't ever do something like that again... I... I refuse to lose you.”

Anders blinked back tears and wrapped his arms around Nate, trembling a little and petting the other’s hair soothingly. “I can't just sit by if you're going to get hurt. I can heal myself.”

Nate growled a little and pulled back from the hug. “I refuse to accept that, Anders. You can heal me just as easily as you can heal yourself.” He pushed the wig off of Anders' head and pulled out a rag from his trunk to wipe the makeup off.

Anders grumbled, but sat still for his washing. "Can I take this thing off now?" He pulled at the dress ignoring Nate's admonishment.

“I mean it, mage.” Nathaniel nuzzled his lover's neck. “I'm not going to lose you. What if you're struck someplace you can't heal yourself next time?”

Anders sucked in a soft breath and leaned into the nuzzling. "Fine. I’ll keep that in mind for the next time."

Nathaniel closed his eyes and sighed, knowing that was all he was going to get out of Anders. Then he quirked a grin and the tantalizing thought of Anders bent over the bed with these skirts pulled up danced in his mind... “Anders,” he said with a soft growl in his voice, “Get up on the bed and turn around.”

Anders furrowed his brows. “What?”

“You heard me.” he said, voice a little harsher than intended, “You promised me you'd get dirty and sweaty tonight.”

“No. No, no. Not in this dress!” Anders squawked. “I refuse to have you make love to me as if I were some… chambermaid!”

“I’m going to bed you tonight, lover.” His voice was husky and low. “Hands and knees. On the bed. Now!”

Anders blinked at him indignantly, “Well...” Reluctance, then consent. “You'd better make this worth the humiliation.”

Nathaniel grinned a rather evil looking smile. "Oh, believe me. I will."

Anders watched from the bed as Nate merely pulled his smallclothes aside, seemingly refusing to get undressed. The look in his lover’s eyes was almost enough to make him forget what he was wearing.

Almost.

Nathaniel moved over to the end of the bed and looked down at Anders. “Well?” He was grinning. “What are you waiting for?” That low growl was back in his voice again.

Anders shivered and pulled the leather straps of the skirt out of the way. Smiling to himself, he deliberately avoided his partner’s erection and nuzzled the juncture of hip and groin, occasionally flicking his tongue out. Hands suddenly buried in his hair and nails in his scalp forced his mouth slightly to the left. He heard a growl above him and those hands tightened. Anders took the hint and ran his tongue up the underside of Nathaniel’s erection.

“Anders.” His voice was low and raspy. “Anders, don’t you dare tease me.”

Anders chuckled. “Like this?” He ran his tongue along that hot length again. Those hands in his hair tightened and he was pulled away and up to look Nathaniel in the eyes. The rogue mashed their lips together in a savage kiss, then twisted his arm and sent Anders sprawling on hands and knees on the bed.

"I warned you not to tease me." Nathaniel let out an evil chuckle. "I don't see why you have such a problem with this." His hands skimmed down the mage's back, sliding over the satin until he could grip at the hem. "Just like your robes. Easy access."

And with that, he flipped up the skirts, a few of the pearls skittering off the bed and onto the floor as he did so. Skimming a hand over Anders' bare backside, he hummed thoughtfully. "You even kept the same habit." He gave him a very light smack. "You make a very naughty lady, Mage."

"I'm not a--" Anders' protest was cut off by a groan, feeling his lover's nails dragging up his thighs to his hips. Pulled back, he could feel Nate's heat resting against him, a contrast to the cool leather that brushed the rest of his skin. He sagged further down to the mattress, trying to shift his hips a little, to initiate more contact between the two of them. "Now who's teasing?"

"Not for long." Retrieving the oil they kept nearby, Nathaniel slicked up his fingers, reaching between the two of them to not only coat himself but to make sure Anders was stretched enough, ready for him. As it was, he was barely holding himself back, shifting to position himself and allowing only a heartbeat's pause before pressing inside.

Anders had only a moment to catch his breath before he felt himself pulled back. One hand left his hips to twine into his hair again, arching his back, forcing the angle of his body to change. If Nate kept moving with him like that...

Except that he didn't. The rogue behind him was still. Letting out a soft whimper, trying to shift his hips in encouragement, he even rocked back a little, pressing the two of them closer together.

Nathaniel rewarded his eager lover by pulling out and then suddenly plunging back in, setting a furious pace that had Anders crying out with each thrust. From the moans he was letting out, he was right on the edge of pleasure. All it would take would be one more nudge.

Releasing his mage's hip, he leaned forward, reaching around and taking hold of him. He had to surpress a laugh as the two of them got rather tangled in the skirts, that hardly stopping him from moving his hand, finding a pace to match the furious motion of his hips.

And that's what did him in. Anders lost it as he felt the firm stroke around him. Already, it had been too long since he'd been with Nate and all the sensations all at once pushed him over the edge within moments. Hair sliding free of the rogue's grip, he sagged forward again. As he felt his own muscles trembling, there was a muffled grunt behind him as Nate followed him into orgasm.

As the two of them settled, Nathaniel lazily wiped his hand on the torn dress, shifting in bed to allow Anders to spoon against him. Bringing a hand up to curl at his mage's chest, he let out a chuckle, plunging his hand into the neckline of the tattered garment and pulling out one of the skins.

"Now can I take this dress off?" Anders grumbled softly.

Nathaniel let out a bark of laughter. "Yes, Anders. Now you can take the dress off."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank AJ_Morrelli for this. My first draft was failsmut. She made it glorious.