Not a Notch

Anders left the Commander’s room with the intent to find Nate and very calmly explain a few things to the quiet man.

And of course by very calmly explain, he meant snog the man into submission.

Every time he thought he had the rogue pinned down the slippery man managed to escape or distract the mage into leaving. This time however, he was *not* going to leave without making sure his intentions were known loud and clear. He turned the corner in a huff and spotted Nate leaning up against the wall. Hah.

“Nate!” He said joyfully and strode towards the other man.

Nathaniel looked up in surprise and bolted.

“Not again!” Anders rolled his eyes and ran to catch up. When he reached the other he reached a foot out and tripped the noble, sending him sprawling into the wall. “Now…” he huffed, pressing his body flush to the back of Nathaniel, “Will you tell me why you keep running away like this?”

“Let me go Mage.” Nathaniel said quietly and struggled, managing to turn himself around to face Anders; a position the mage highly approved of.

“No. I don’t think so. Not until you tell me why you keep running.” Anders smirked.

Nathaniel felt a flush creeping up his neck and tried to duck under Anders’ arm. The Mage noticed the movement and pressed himself flush against Nathaniel, “Nate, why do you keep running away from me?” He was still hard from his exertions with Alistair and the Commander, and he *knew* it was pressing into Nathaniel’s thigh.

The flush crept higher onto the rogue’s face and he glared, “Let me go Mage. I’m not going to play your game.”

Anders grinned a little wider and dipped his head to press his lips to the other man in a short gentle kiss. “This isn’t a game Nathaniel.”

Nathaniel snorted and looked off to the side, avoiding Anders’ eyes, “You think I don’t hear you talking at the dinner table? When you’re lingering over your mug of ale and you’re bragging to the other wardens? I refuse to be another notch.”

Anders’ mouth dropped open, “I… you…” he sputtered, relaxing his hold a little, “A notch? You think this is about adding another notch?” He started laughing, “Nate… oh Nate…” He snorted, “You’ve got this all wrong.” He leaned back in again and nuzzled Nathaniel’s ear, “Let me tell you a little secret. There’s a man in the keep, an attractive brooding rogue that has been taunting me for ages. He doesn’t know it of course; but the sight of him always drives me wild, and I want nothing more than to kiss him senseless. Not just once or twice… but many, many times. For as long as he’ll let me…”

Nathaniel’s flush had crept up to the roots of his hair during this speech, “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

“You’ll just have to trust me won’t you?” Anders grinned against Nathaniel’s neck and started licking.

“Ack! Mage! Stop that!” Nathaniel wiggled, trying to escape from Anders’ mouth.

“Nuh uh.” Anders chuckled and nibbled. “I’m not letting you escape this time. You keep running away from me, and I don’t like that. I told you. You drive me crazy.”

Nathaniel wiggled for a few more moments before he slumped, “Fine. But I refuse to leave you alone after this. If you’re thinking that you’re just going to disappear after this you can forget it.”

Anders grinned triumphantly, “Good.” He purred into Nathaniel’s ear. “I’d be disappointed if you did. Come on.” He pulled away from Nathaniel who blinked at the sudden loss of heat, and grabbed the rogue’s wrist, dragging him down the hallway to his room.

Nathaniel let himself be drug along to the mage’s room, blinking and wondering why in the Maker’s name was he letting Anders do this.

Anders looked around before shoving Nate into his room and locked the door behind them. “Bed, now.”

Nathaniel blinked at him, “Excuse me?”

“Bed. Now.” Anders leaned against the door, blocking the exit.

Nathaniel flicked his eyes toward the window and wondered if he could make it, “But…”

Anders advanced on him, and kissed him. The rogue’s lips were sealed and Anders growled a little, licking at them, asking for entry as his hands crept down Nathaniel’s back to cup his buttocks.

Nathaniel’s eyes widened and he gasped, and Anders took the opportunity to dart his tongue into Nate’s mouth, thoroughly mapping the inside and caressing Nate’s tongue gently. Nate moaned into the kiss and Anders advanced on the rogue and pushed him towards the bed. Nate was so caught up in the kiss he didn’t realize what was happening until the back of his knees hit the bed and he stumbled and sat down heavily, breaking the kiss.

Anders smirked down at him, watching the blush flare up again. “If you really want me to stop, tell me now, and we can finish this on another day.” He said, hoping the rogue would say he was alright with that was going on.

Nathaniel swallowed, darted his eyes towards the door and let out a sigh as he slumped again. “You’ve brought me this far Anders… don’t think I’m backing out now.”

The grin on Anders’ face lit up the room, “Good, leathers off, now.” He started to pull his robes off and then stopped, grinning, and just pulled them up, and pulling away his smallclothes.

Nathaniel’s fingers fumbled on a fasten when he saw what Anders was doing, but he continued what he was told, slipping off the bits of his armor, until he was left in nothing but his own smallclothes, erection straining them.

Anders took Nate’s head gently in his hands and guided the Noble’s mouth, “Well?” He asked, “What are you waiting for?” His eyebrows were raised quizzically.

Nathaniel stared at the erection in his face and darted his eyes up to Anders’s face before then wandered back down. Hands trembling, he placed them on Anders’ hips and took the head in his mouth, gently. Anders groaned and barely stopped himself from jerking his hips. Instead he wound his fingers in the other’s hair, encouraging him.

Nathaniel concentrated on the piece of flesh in his mouth, dragging his tongue over it and taking it as deep as he could without gagging. He’d been celibate for so long, and never with another man, and it was strange to suddenly have a connection like this to another person again, but he did his best to make sure this was an experience the mage would remember. He flicked his eyes up to stare into Anders’ glassy gaze. The mage’s mouth was parted and a constant stream of encouragement issued from him.

They continued on like this for a few more moments before Anders pulled himself backwards, tearing Nate’s mouth from him. “Lay down. Hands and knees.” He panted harshly. “And those...off.” As Nate complied with his demands he rummaged through the chest next to the bed for the oil he kept there. Grinning to himself, he knelt behind the rogue and pulled the other man’s cheeks apart, “Delicious…” he murmured quietly and let his hot breath puff over Nate’s puckered entrance before pressing an oil slicked digit in firmly.

Nate hissed in a breath as that digit was pumped in and out of him a few moments before a second was added. Anders seemed to be looking for someth--- “Maker’s breath!” He gasped as pleasure jolted through his system and his arms collapsed, sending him facedown into the pillow.

Anders chuckled, “Like that?” He pressed that spot again and he swore he could almost hear Nate make a sobbing noise as he quit. This night wasn’t over yet though. He pressed in a third finger, making sure to gently stretch the other man. He didn’t want this to hurt, after all.

He pulled his fingers from Nate and quickly shed his robes, positioning himself behind the noble, “Nathaniel, I want you to tell me if I hurt you. If I do, I’ll stop immediately, I promise” He rained kisses on Nate’s back and slowly began to push himself in.

To Nate’s credit, he didn’t make a single noise until Ander was fully seated within him. The groan that rippled from his throat was one of encouragement rather than pain at that point. “Move, Anders…” he huffed out, and shifted his hips.

Anders let out a deep breath and pulled back, ripping another groan from both of their throats. He shifted his angle, determined to give Nate the best sex of his life, and when he plunged back in and hit that very same spot, Nate actually wailed. Reaching a hand around, he took Nate’s erection in his hand and began pumping in time to his thrusts.

Nathaniel could not keep still; he writhed like a cat in heat with every thrust and bucked his hips to and fro. He wasn’t going to last long, not like this, not with Anders determined to tip him over the edge as quick as possible. Nathaniel stiffened, his muscles seizing all at once, a final, loud groan pulled from deep within his chest as he orgasmed, covering Anders’ hand.

Anders felt the warm stickiness on his hand, and felt those already gloriously tight muscles clamp down on him. A few more thrusts and he, too, was gone, pumping himself into Nate. After he rode out his orgasm he reached his dirty hand down and wiped them on his robes, before pulling out and pulling Nathaniel with him.

Spooning Nate he pressed a kiss to the other’s neck, “Nap time…” He murmured. “Don’t leave?”

Nathaniel wearily submitted again, “I told you, not leaving. Not even if you kick me out…” he muttered.

“Good.” Anders wrapped his arms tight around the other man and both men were lulled to sleep by the gentle warmth of each other.