Taunted and Tormented

Anders was half stumbling, his feet dragging behind him, alternating which one wanted to make him dead weight at this particular moment. For support or so he kept telling himself, the mage had flung an arm over his shoulders. This brought him within close proximity to the rogue, particularly his neck.

A nuzzle and then the feel of lips brushing against the taunt skin there. "Mmm. You smell good." Anders' lips pulled back into a smile, his words coming out in a half-mumble.

Nate shivered, allowing his eyes to close for a second before he gave the mage a little shake. He'd been like this since leaving the warehouse they'd been in. "Come on, now. We're almost back. Don't you want to lie down? Sleep this off?"

"I don't want to go to bed alone," Anders pouted.

Maker's breath. "I'll see you to bed, Anders. I promise."

"Mmm, good." He sounded utterly content at those words, walking along without any further stumbling or dragging, even managing to spot the sign for the tavern. If he hadn't seen how he was before, he'd have thought the whole thing an act.

The two got a few looks as Nate led them in, heading immediately for the stairs and the room. He sat Anders on the bed and then went back to make certain the door was locked. When he turned around again, the mage was on his feet, barely, swaying a little as he shuffled toward him.

"Anders, sit down before you fall."

"No. I don't want--" And he stumbled again.

Nate managed to catch him, holding the other man in his arms until his legs seemed steady once more. "You need to go to bed."

"Mmm-mmm." Anders shook his head. "I can't. I feel...I'm so..." He tipped his head up and leaned in, pressing his lips against Nathaniel's.

Letting out a gasp as he drew back, Nate shifted his hold to the other's shoulders. "Anders, stop that."

He tried to lean in again, letting out a soft, unhappy sound as he was kept at bay. "Nate, please." When it was clear the rogue wasn't going to relent, he sank down to his knees instead.

Nate's worried cry strangled a bit in his throat as he felt warm hands skimming up the backs of his legs. He tried to back up but Anders took hold of him. He'd fall if he tried to pull away. "Damn it, Anders, stop."

"Don't want to." Maker's breath, he was pouting again. Slim fingers trailed up the back of Nate's legs, fumbling around for the bindings of the cloth he wore beneath his leathers. About the same time he felt it being pulled down, he also felt the skirt that protected his thighs being nudged away.

"Maker! Anders, st--ah-hah!" He tried to step back again, succeeding some, given that the mage's hands had moved to his front, though as he did, he felt the pull of fingers around his manhood. His fingers found their way into blonde hair, trying to tug him back. He found himself gazing down into bright eyes, not at all like the glassy stare he'd been seeing.

"Please, Nathaniel." There was a touch of a plea in Anders' voice. His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips. "Let me do this. For you. I didn't want them, but this...this I do."

Maker take him. Anders didn't know what he was saying. He couldn't know. It was the potion. It had to be. He'd found the bottle as he'd knelt down, recognizing the scent, and the effects, right away. That meant he should say no. Just haul him up, throw him on the bed and spend the night in the commons. But there were those fingers again, stroking the inside of his thigh, urging him to step closer. The grip of his hand relaxed, turning into more of a stroke along the mage's hair, silently accepting the offer.

Anders smiled up at him before his gaze dropped and he leaned closer, now allowing his hand to guide Nate to his lips, parting to accept him with a low hum. Maker, if he hadn't been so close to the door already he would have fallen all the way to the floor. His fingers curled in Anders' hair, one of the few things he could focus on at the moment outside of his own heavy breathing. His other hand was splayed against the door, trying to keep himself on his feet, even if it felt like his knees wanted to buckle.

Lips and tongue played around sensitive skin, broken up by the very, very light graze of teeth at the tip, usually followed by the press of a kiss. He was fighting to keep his hips still but finding that was becoming more and more difficult, especially as the hums that Anders was rolling in his throat seemed to course through him. It was when the hums began to turn into groans and the pace grew erratic that he risked looking down at the other man again.

Anders was still steadying him in one hand, gripping a little and making a nice counter for the movement of his lips. His other hand, though, was buried beneath the tangle of his robes, his kneeling having turned into more of a sitting position. The whimpers that were escaping him now seemed more wanting than encouraging.

"Anders, stop," he breathed out. When the mage didn't listen, he tightened his grip in his hair and pulled back, taking a step closer to the door himself. Not far, but enough, as he heard the other man's ragged breaths as he pulled free.

Crouching beside him, he reached over, finding the hand beneath the robes and covering it with his own to still the motions there. Pinching his eyes shut, Anders let out a groan. Nate slid an arm around him, helping to draw him to his feet once more.

"Nate." The want in that groan was tangible.

"Shhh. Trust me, all right." He started pulling the loose garments up, Anders ducking out of them when they were high enough and embracing him, as much of his skin pressed to Nate's leathers as he could manage. "Go on. On the bed. I'll join you in a moment."

Reluctantly, the blonde pulled away from him and crawled onto the mattress. Nathaniel fumbled with a few of his fastens as he occasionally caught sight of Anders stroking himself, lower lip pinched between his teeth, eyes fixed on him.

The mage made a rather happy sound as a now equally naked Nate crawled into the bed with him. Before he could even say anything. Nate found himself eased onto his back, Anders wasting no time at all in retuning to what he'd been doing that landed them here in the first place.

That was not, however, what Nathaniel had in mind. Though he was far from celibate, what he was entertaining was still a new experience for him. Thankfully, others that he'd served with in the Free Marches had been more than willing to share detailed stories of conquests and exploits, giving him some idea on what do to.

Guiding Anders' hips with easier reach, he skimmed a hand along the other's back, feeling the mage lean into his touch with another hum.

"Easy now." He breathed out a laugh. "You want this to last, don't you?"

He felt a nod, groaning more as Anders slowed his pace. Bringing his hand to his lips, he slid his fingers into his mouth, running his tongue over them and slicking them thoroughly. After that, he brought them to Anders' backside, finding his entrance and starting to ease one finger inside. Anders stilled completely, to the point of letting Nate slip free from his attentions.

"You can tell me to stop. Any time." His free hand came up, steadying the blonde's hips, feeling them starting to rock back into his tentative thrusts.

"No, please." Anders bit his lip again as he muffled a whimper. He pushed back again. "More," he groaned.

Nate swallowed and obliged, carefully adding a second finger, letting them scissor as well as answer Anders' thrusts. A little keen rolled in his partner's throat, encouraging him. He lightly patted the mage's hip with his free hand once again.

"I think you know what's next."

Anders let out a happy whimper, if there was such a thing, and wrapped his mouth around him once more. The gasp he let out had him twitching and obviously the mage approved of the involuntary thrust that surprise made him do. The results of his desire were starting to mingle with saliva around him, Anders being very thorough with his tongue. Though he wanted to be sure, any more of that and there wouldn't be anything he'd be able to do to help anymore.

Watching Anders, he found the mage to be guiding as much as submitting. He understood what Nate had in mind, shifting around to position himself, reaching back with a hand to guide the two of them together, fingers brushing Nate's, causing a little smile. The rogue's other hand massaged up and down the mage's thigh.

"I'll try not to hurt you."

A ghost of a smile brushed over Anders' lips. "I know." The words came out more form than sound. As he eased back, Nate rocked his hips upward, watching those pale eyes roll back, lips parting as little groans punctuated huffs of breath.

They stayed still for several heartbeats before Nate started to move again, hands snug at Anders' hips, watching his expressions and listening to the sounds he was encouraging to help set their pace. Feeling his partner starting to find a rhythm for the two of them, his own eyes pinched closed for a moment before he remembered to answer the motions with the rocking of his own hips.

What they were doing, though, wasn't all that he had in mind. Skimming a hand along Anders' thigh, he curled his fingers around the mage's shaft. He could feel him thrusting into his grip simply from the movements of his own body and added to that with a steady rhythm.

"Maker! Nate!" Anders stilled for a moment before he realize the rogue was no longer moving his hand. Whimpering a little, he settled into motion again, rewarded with the strokes beginning once more.

Anders was watching his hand, one of his own curling around his fingers to follow the stroke. As he picked up the pace, the smoother hand fell away, joining the other as they braced back on his legs, though he wondered how long that would keep up, given the trembling he could feel.

Eyes met his, pinching shut when he could feel the tension growing in the blonde's muscles. Gasps broke up whatever he was trying to say. His own gaze followed the arch of Anders' back, seeking that moment that would push him over the edge.

"Na-Nathaniel!" Hearing his name coupled with the tremors that he felt running through the mage's body, the tightness around him, that nearly did him in at the same time. Warmth spread from his stomach to his chest as he felt the release that accompanied Anders' orgasm. And despite his groans and panting, Nate wasn't quite finished with him.

The rogue's hands slid to the mage's hips once again, guiding him as his own body thrust upward, wanting to share in the breathless release that was still causing whimpers in the blonde's throat. Mercifully, it wasn't long before he felt himself throbbing into the tight heat still around him, groans of his own accompanying the pleasant exhaustion that was starting to fill his limbs.

With a sound that was half purr and half groan, Anders leaned forward, easing them apart so he could lie on top of him. Heavy breaths broke up the kisses that he began pressing to Nate's lips and he hummed as fingers were slid into his hair. The kisses started coming slower and slower, the sounds accompanying them sleepy and content.

Smiling almost to himself, Nathaniel welcomed the weight on his chest, hand trailing down to rub circles along the mage's back. Anders' slow breathing was broken up just once by a content sigh. That he could settle like this told him that the potion had worked its way through his system. Now all he had to worry about was what might happen come morning.