Suprise a Nathaniel and Anders fic

(((This was written in two parts so if it's not a seamless transition sorries. Anyway, dedicated to CopperPayne as she's the one what wrote the first bit that gave me the idea for this one. So, enjoy!)))


No one surprised Nathaniel Howe. He was very good at all the things an archer needed to be good at. Stealth and having a keen eye foremost among those talents. So to say that the Mage Anders had surprised him showed exactly what kind of a feat this was. Yet here he was. Definitely surprised, and definitely pushed up against a wall.

This is not to say he was disappointed. Far from it. He’d always taken the lead in these situations before, and he was enjoying the possessiveness of his mage. Anders was currently turning his muscles into jelly by nipping and licking at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, one of his most sensitive spots, while the mage’s hands were busy mapping the planes of his chest. A pinch here, nipple tweak there…

“Anders, if you don’t stop teasing me…” Nathaniel growled arching his back and grinding his hips against the mage, determined to have at least some control.

His mage chuckled and those hands traveled lower to slip past the rim of his breeches, oh Maker… Nathaniel hissed as Anders' hands came in contact with the heated flesh of his erection and began to stroke, roughly, twisting almost savagely at times.

He heard Anders chuckle again, “What was that Nate?” The mage practically purred, “If I don’t stop teasing you…?”

Nathaniel was in the golden city itself. Those hands, those talented hands knew exactly how to treat him… And as Anders pulled away he cried out with the sudden loss, ready to open his mouth and ask why his mage was abandoning him when he felt warm wetness envelop him. His protests turned back into moans as Anders used his tongue like an expert.

Nathaniel chuckled as a thought struck him amidst the pleasure, “Finally found something to shut you up…” he murmured, and was rewarded with a glare and a scrape of teeth. “Ah!”

He buried his hands in Anders' hair, pulling it free from its tie and digging his nails lightly into his mage’s scalp. He was glad for all the self control he’d taught himself. Every time his mage tortured him like this he had to hold back. He didn’t want to hurt his fair haired lover.

His eyes flew open as a finger pressed into him from behind. He’d not noticed the questing hand, and now the finger, searching for that spot inside him… A tentative brush and Nathaniel’s hips bucked, gagging Anders for a moment. Another touch, this time a firm press and Nathaniel lost it. He stuffed his fist in his mouth to muffle the noises issuing from his mouth as he pumped his seed down his lover’s throat.

After a moment or two still on his knees Anders was on his feet again and Nathaniel was being kissed, gentle yet demanding all the same and he could taste the bitterness of himself on his mage’s tongue.

“Nate, I’d like to…” Anders sort of trailed off and grinned.

Nathaniel was pretty sure he had a good idea of what his lover was asking, and through his nerves, he nodded. The bright look on his mage’s face was enough to dispel any doubt the rogue had and he followed the blonde over to their bed, where he was then pushed backwards onto the mattress.

Nathaniel swallowed hard at the gleam in his lover’s eyes, and half hoped that Anders would be gentle, while the other half hoped he wouldn’t.

Nathaniel had always been on top. Since the first day they were together, awkwardly groping each other in an old closet of some sort. The result of a failed poisons experiment that he’d foolishly decided to test on himself. That night he’d learned, not only that ale did not mix well with those particular herbs, but that Anders was delightfully submissive when pushed and that his mage’s ears were extremely sensitive.

In an attempt to keep some control in this situation Nathaniel pulled Anders in for a kiss, and began nipping his was along the stubbled jaw line and towards that wonderful ear… when Anders pulled away.

“Ah, no Nate. Not this time.”

Nathaniel merely blinked at the blonde, “What?”

“You heard me. Keep that mouth to yourself.” Anders was grinning, “You are not allowed to have control. You gave that up when you agreed to let me take charge tonight.”

Nate swallowed. This was starting to edge out of his comfort zone. Still not used to the idea in the first place, that hurried night not even a week ago. Anders was… persistent. He’d given in, but only because he’d been in charge so far.

Anders saw the look on Nate’s face and he dropped onto the bed, “Nathaniel.” Oh this was serious, the mage was using his full name, “Please listen to me. I know this is... strange. For Andraste’s sake I’M not even used to this yet. But please just give me a chance to show you how you make me feel.”

Nathaniel sat still as the seconds ticked by, his mind turning over the options. The distressed look in Anders’ eyes made his decision. He nodded slowly, and forced a smile past the nervousness.

Anders broke out in a relieved smile, “Good, good. You tell me at any time if you want me to stop.”

Nathaniel nodded and lay back on the bed, trying to relax himself. Feather light touches on his thighs, gentle kisses, nips and licks caused his waning erection to return, to sounds of approval from Anders.

“Nate, where’s the oil?”

Nathaniel gestured towards the small chest some few feet from the side of the bed, and before too much time had passed Anders was on his knees again, carefully oiling his fingers. He slipped off of his elbows and lay back flat on the bed, his feet resting on Anders’ shoulders, to give the mage a better angle.

He barely acknowledged the first finger, the second made him squirm a bit. The third had him hissing in pain and then Anders pressed that spot again and his muscles relaxed again as pleasure flashed through his system. Stubble on his thigh…. Anders was kissing them again. Rustling, and his feet being lowered back to the floor.

“Anders?” He opened his eyes, and his mage was leaning over him, face dipped down and then devoured his mouth. Deep heady kisses, fingers in his hair and then… He gasped. The intrusion was… not as painful as he’d been expecting. He reached up and pulled Anders to him, chest to chest digging his nails into the other’s back, until his mage was seated all the way inside of him. Grinning in spite of himself, he nipped at his Mage’s earlobe, “Move.”

One word but it set Anders in motion at a torturously slow pace, and the look on Anders’ face spoke volumes about how he was holding back. “Mage… Anders. Faster…” He growled out. Anders looked at him with some surprise, before he grinned and started to thrust faster, pounding into the body beneath him.

Nathaniel clung to the body on top of him. Every thrust hit that same spot, sending sparks through his vision, and the feeling of Anders’ hand snaked between their bodies, roughly twisting folded over his erection was his undoing. He hadn’t been aware that this was what Anders felt and as he came with a muffled cry, he felt a new appreciation for his Mage. Anders followed him a few thrusts later, biting his shoulder to muffle the cry.

They lay there, cuddled in the afterglow, too exhausted to move and Nathaniel brushed his Mage’s hair back from his face, “Thank you.” He said softly, “Now I know…”

He felt Anders grin, “Then we’ll do this more often?”

Nathaniel actually laughed, “Oh yes. I think we’ll be doing this again.”