Not for the faint of heart, be warned. Extremelly smutty... That said, enjoy!
A gazillion thanks to TamaraAnn1978, who was my lovely beta for this fic. Waiting for your stroty with bated breath, buddie!
Bioware owns all. I will put their toys back, slightly worse for wear, after I'm done playing with them.
A morose and disheartened group trailed down the winding path from the top of Sundermount mountain. Merrill seemed to be in shock. She stumbled and nearly fell, but thanks to Varric who helped her regain her balance she avoided adding embarrassment to her misery.
"The world is a poorer place for having you in it and not her" Anders spat at her, and next to him Fenris for the first time nodded in agreement.
"You know, for once I agree with you," he offered the mage and they both looked pointedly at her, making her eyes brim with tears.
Keeper Marethari was dead, and it was all her fault. She had died because she had sought out the demon Merrill had made an agreement with, trying to protect her. All that knowledge, all that calm caring was gone, because she had been too stubborn in her attempt to restore the Eluvian.
"I didn't mean for any of this to happen…" she sobbed but the two males just scoffed at her and looked at her with disgust. Even Hawke seemed to be looking at her rather strictly, her usually indulgent smile towards her gone.
They all went past her, leaving her there to cry and make her way home alone. Hawke spared her a look over her shoulder.
"Will you be alright?"
"We should wish she won't," Anders hissed. "We should wish a dragon will swoop down and eat her up. She is disgusting."
Fenris looked at the blond mage and then at Merrill. "Seconded."
And they all left.
The more she thought about it the angrier she became. They had no right to talk to her like that. They had no right. Anders was possessed, who was he to pass judgment? And that cruel Trevinter elf, always looking at her with disdain, always calling her 'blood mage' and treating her like something that had stuck under his heel. What made him think he was better than her?
They had no right; no right at all. She had lost more than a mentor and teacher, Keeper Marethari had been like a parent to her since she had been given to the clan, when she was just a child. Magical talent was rare among the People and when more than one child had shown magical talent they were sent to clans that didn't have any.
The keeper had practically been like a mother to her and instead of offering her a kind word, some kind of condolence, they had told her in cold blood that she should have died instead of her. After all they had been through together, after all the battles they had fought side by side. The more she thought about it, the deeper her anger got. They all thought she was this naïve, sweet girl they could insult and hurt without consequence. Well, she would have to show them. Her revenge would be devious and well deserved. Anders and Fenris. She smiled wickedly. They had a genuine hate for one another. She would just have to find a way to make that work in her favour.
"What are you doing here, mage?" Fenris spat at Anders, who jumped in surprise and looked at him with widening eyes.
"What are you doing here? I was invited."
Fenris looked around him at Hawke's empty bedroom. He had been both excited and terrified at Hawke's cryptic message, that she needed to see him, alone, in her house. Obviously, she had sent the same message to Anders. But why?
"I was invited too," he gave the piece of paper to Anders. Apparently the only reason they hadn't arrived together was that it had taken Fenris much longer to read it with his poor reading skills. Hawke had only been teaching him for a few weeks. An idea flashed in his mind then. Hawke would have known he might not be able to read the message. It was unlikely she had sent it. Who then? And why Anders, too?
"What is going on here?" Anders asked after reading the message. "I got the exact same thing too. And I thought it very strange because I remembered Hawke saying she would be out of the city all day."
Fenris turned to the door. "I'll go ask Bodahn, maybe he knows something."
A strong, warm gust of wind came from the doorway then, the scent of blood and the sense of magic making both males jump and run to the door. Anders recognized the foul odour of blood magic and his eyes started glowing blue. Fenris' markings started tingling and glowing with an eerie glow too. They looked at each other and both reached for their weapons, running to the door.
However, when they got there, they found that the doorway was blocked by a force barrier, shimmering with magic. They were both immediately reminded of the day they had met Merrill, and the barrier that had been blocking their way to the altar at the top of Sundermount.
"The blood mage!" Anders spat. "She has locked us in."
"But why? What could she possibly have to gain?" Fenris muttered, rubbing his chin, his trademark puzzled gesture.
Anders huffed. "She probably expects us to kill each other."
"Don't tempt me, mage."
Anders went to the windows and checked them one by one. They were all blocked by the same barrier. Cursing luridly, he returned to the door and concentrating hard, he passed his hand over the barrier, trying to find a way to dispel it.
"Well?" Fenris knew the answer he would get from the way the mage's shoulders drooped.
"Nothing. I can't dispel it without using blood magic. And even then, it probably can only be dispelled by the person that put it up."
"That accursed blood mage! What was she thinking?" Fenris exploded into anger."When we get out of here...Is it hot in here?"
Anders noticed it too. It was getting ...rather ...hot. He felt a flush coming on and a wave of dizziness, that quickly passed, but left him feeling..aroused? What in the Void was going on? He snuck a look at the direction of the elf and saw him shift uncomfortably too. What the...?
They heard footsteps coming their way and Hawke appeared in the doorway, muttering under her breath about a blasted dagger breaking in her hand, and before they had the presence of mind to warn her about the barrier she stepped right through it. Apparently the barrier worked one way only. You could get into the room but you couldn't get out; a veritable Venus fly trap and they were the flies trapped inside.
Hawke gasped like she had been showered with a bucketful of cold water and stood, mouth gaping in shock, staring at the two men in her bedroom.
"Whose idea of a little joke was that?" she sputtered and Anders sighed and tried to explain.
Thank the Maker, Varric had been with her, and when they finally made him stop chuckling he went to find Merrill. They waited together, the two males growing increasingly more uncomfortable and trying to hide it and Hawke trying to make small talk and failing. Gosh, they both looked even more tense than they usually did, Fenris scowling with conviction, Anders answering in clipped tones and monosyllables.
They probably had a fight while trapped in here, Hawke thought and sighed. She was getting tired of this. They were both getting on her nerves, Anders with his manifestos and his freedom-for-all-mages agenda and Fenris with his mage hate and his constant brooding. She agonised every time they had a job to do about who to leave behind and she ended up taking them both and regretting it bitterly.
The thing was, they were her eye candy. Both of them. She couldn't decide who attracted her more, Anders with his warm amber eyes and his gentle hands, or Fenris with the soulful green eyes and the deep chocolate-for your-ears voice. She flirted with them both, and they both seemed to be interested, which made the animosity between them even worse. Isabela had playfully told her to just screw them both and pick the one with the best dick. But she didn't work this way and she became more and more confused every day. One day she was certain she was in love with Anders and the next she was drooling over Fenris. It was wrong and she knew it.
"Boys and girl, you are in deep shit," Varric appeared at the door, carefully avoiding the barrier. "Neck deep and sinking fast."
They all stood up and approached.
"First off, this thing will go away on its own in about 12 hours. There is nothing she can do about it."
"Just get her in here and I'll show her twelve hours of fucking..." she was going to say fucking bitch slapping but Varric's voice interrupted her.
"Yes, fucking, that's your problem, people."
They all gave him a blank look, but the then the two males looked at each other and a horrified expression dawned on both their faces.
"Merrill was so ticked off at you, that she asked a desire demon to cast a lust spell on both you lads. She was planning on having you boys playing for the pink team. Devious, really, didn't think she had it in her."
"What are you saying Varric?"
"I'm saying that your elf and your mage were going to be ...let's say...overcoming their distaste for one-another. But of course now you have given them a better target."
Varric smiled then and started chuckling. The expression on Anders' and Fenris' face. Andraste's tits, it was priceless. He wished he had some way of capturing it for eternity.
"I am so making this into a book..." he laughed. "I'll call it 'Lust at Last', what do you think?"
"Get out of here Varric, or Andraste be my witness, I will find a way to drag you in here and let them have you. I'll call the book 'No Need to Stoop'." Hawke muttered menacingly, now carefully observing Anders and Fenris. She noticed they were both flushed and that their eyes were dilated. They were eyeing her in a very strange way, like she was something yummy they wanted to get their hands on, and there were noticeable bulges at the front of their clothes. She suddenly realised with a jolt of apprehension that they were both male, that she was the only girl in the room, and that the spell had already started working.
"Have fun, then," Varric winked at her. "Blondie, Broody, I want details later.." and he left laughing all the way.
They had eleven more hours to go.
She sent them both to opposite sides of the room to give herself space and time to think. she paced in front of the fireplace, their eyes following like wolves follow a bunny; an I -want-to-eat-you look in their eyes that made her spine tingle.
She thought of her options. One, she could chain them to something and let them suffer. No chains in sight. Ah, she really needed to stock up in kinky toys...Two, she could ask Anders to cast a sleeping spell on Fenris and...take care of Anders. Or she could ask Fenris to knock Anders out and... enjoy Fenris.
Or...she could enjoy them both. Wet dream come true. Did she dare? She looked from one to the other and sighed. Damn her prudish nature. Why wasn't it Isabela that walked in the room? The thought annoyed her and she realised with a start that she considered both men hers. She blushed furiously. Was she really that depraved?
"Any ideas?" Anders' voice was definitely hoarser, and the bulge at the front of his robes was something that try as he might he could no longer conceal.
Fenris growled from the other side of the room, and his eyes moved over her body in a predatory look that had her drawing in her breath in arousal.
"We share," he suggested to the mage and Hawke stood transfixed as their eyes darkened even more and they nodded to each other. They both made a move to come closer and she raised both her hands to stop them.
"I am not a steak, boys, try to control yourselves," she hissed and they retreated back to their corners, visibly trying to reign in the lust that was attacking their bodies.
"I don't know how much longer I can do that," Anders moaned, and a similar moan answered from the opposite corner of the room. "I'll try, but.. it hurts, Hawke."
"This is torture, but we'll both do our best," Fenris agreed.
She looked from one to the other.
"I suggest you take matters into your own hands, then, gentlemen, and try to keep them off me."
Ten more hours to go. Shit. SHIT.
Two hours later, Hawke thought she was going crazy. Both men had stuck to their word, staying in their respective corners, pacing and growling and trying to relieve the tension by thinking of something else. One half hour was spent with them singing Ninety Nine Bottles of Beer on the Wall, then with Anders reciting spell components and Fenris muttering poetry in Arcanum until she thought they would make her scream.
That stopped working soon, and they had both turned their backs to her and took matters into their own hands. She tried not to look, really she did, but even so the sounds of their hands slapping against their flesh while they pleasured themselves and their ragged moans and panting breaths was driving her mad. She had to restrain herself from slipping her hand between her thighs and stroking her nub, too, because they would take that as an invitation and she would then be unable to stop them.
"I can't..." Anders moaned, "I can't ...come. Oh, sweet Maker this is torture!"
Worry creased her brow. Fenris seemed to be suffering too, and she realised that the nature of the spell that was cast upon them was such that they could not relieve themselves this way. They would end up pounding on each other soon , and the shame and embarrassment would be too much to handle afterwards. They would end up killing each other. She would lose them both.
Fenris fell to his knees, still trying to find his release, his whole body trembling and pained moans escaping his mouth.
"Hawke..." he panted, "If you don't do something to help us, we will end up raping each other."
"Oh for the sake of the Maker!" she cried, beyond frustrated, too worried to care anymore. To the void with modesty! "Come here."
It was unclear to whom she had been speaking, so she couldn't really blame them that they both responded. They nearly crawled to her side, their erections becoming visible for the first time. Hawke felt her mouth go dry. Anders was..wow..and Fenris.. double wow. Where in those tight pants had he been hiding this thing? Such fine specimens both of them, she felt a swoon coming over her. Anders was thicker than Fenris though, and she almost clapped her hands in glee. Such nice toys to play with!
Anders attacked her first, his hands coming up to cup her face as his mouth captured hers in a scorching kiss, his tongue wet and smooth against hers. She readily responded, a small moan escaping her throat, while Fenris started unbuckling her leather armour. She felt hot air against her breasts and realised it was his breath before his mouth descended on her nipple, hard and pebbled by desire. She arched into his touch, going weak in the knees as the incredible sensations going through her and felt a hand cupping her other breast, soft, tender fingers (Anders, then) tweaking and pinching her nipple.
She found herself on her back, naked, without really understanding how or who had undressed her. All she could do was moan and writhe as two pairs of hands stroked her naked flesh and two mouths alternated between her lips and the aching tips of her breasts.
Fenris' teeth and tongue were now tormenting one tip, Anders' fingers the other, and heat was racing through her system, burning past every nerve ending as she allowed herself to drown in the pleasure.
She felt Fenris fumble with his armour, cursing the buckles and the straps and Anders rose on his knees to help him. He then started removing his robes and Fenris returned to her, cupping her mound, one finger surging into her wetness, then two, and Hawke's head twisted on the bearskin rug, shudders of pleasure racing over her flesh.
The men were humming their pleasure, as they both claimed a breast and suckled her. They feasted on her flesh, licked and nibbled until she was screaming from the need spreading over her body. Anders' fingers joined Fenris', one circling her nub, the other thrusting his long callused fingers inside her tight sheath, and she was thrown into orgasm, drenching their hands in her cream as she spasmed again and again.
Then they were moving, turning her to her side. Anders' lips feathered down her stomach, one hard hand lifting her thigh as his mouth went to her centre. Okay. That was good. That was... shit. She moaned and came again. Oh, that was incredible. But then Fenris was behind her, long fingers parting her buttocks, his hand urging Anders to lift her leg higher as he moved behind her.
"Oh Maker! Oh sweet Maker! Fenris…" Her eyes widened in shock as she felt his tongue begin to caress the tight, forbidden entrance to her ass.
Anders hummed against her clit, evidently uncaring what the elf was doing behind her. His tongue circled the little bud slowly, his lips drawing it into the heat of his mouth as Fenris probed lazily at the entrance he had claimed behind her.
Hawke was begging, screaming, her body on fire, her hips rolling against the separate mouths tormenting her. The Anders moved again, going to his back and dragging her over his hard body. Fenris eagerly followed, his hands gripping her hips as Anders positioned her, then hammered himself inside her in one sure, strong stroke.
"Anders." She was shuddering with pleasure, with pain, both sensations ripping through her body at the same time as she struggled to accommodate his girth and length.
His arms came around her, holding her to his chest as his lips captured the sweet shell of her ear.
"Hawke. You feel so good," he whispered, his voice rough. " I love you, sweetheart."
Her heart trembled in her chest as her hands buried in his blond hair, her body opening for him, a whimper escaping her lips as Fenris' slippery fingers slid into her back entrance, preparing her.
"Fenris," she panted back as her elf tucked the hot head of his erection against her opening. "Oh Maker. Fenris. Anders. I love you. I love you both."
She nearly tore free of Anders' hold as Fenris pushed his entire length slow and easy up the tender back channel. He stretched her, setting her aflame as he worked his entire length up her tight ass, moaning her name and whispering apologies. Hawke whimpered at the pain and pleasure of the penetration and the dark, forbidden erotism of the act. Fenris groaned behind her, before claiming her other ear and whispering his own declaration of love in his deep, velvety voice.
Then they were moving. Sweet Maker, she wasn't going to survive this. They were claiming her together now, pushing into her, taking her, changing her forever. On and on it went, strong, powerful thrusts making her scream and writhe between them, their strong arms wrapped around her, the moans and groans rumbling in their chests.
She moved desperately on the two shafts penetrating her, shuddering, screaming, mumbling their names and pleas to the Maker. She could feel the fire in her building, electricity coiling along her nerve endings, until brutal convulsions tore though her, and she clutched around them, screaming in ecstasy that bordered on agony. She felt them both shudder, heard them leave ragged, agonised groans as jets of semen exploded inside her, coating her insides, hurtling her into another mind shattering orgasm.
Gasps, moans, pleas to the Maker and whispered vows floated around her, a pair of calloused hands and another soft and tender stroking her body, two voices whispering of love and devotion as she slowly drifted down to reality. She didn't know whose was whose and frankly, she didn't give a flying shit. They were both hers and she was theirs. The rest were technicalities and they would find a way around them.
She felt her body floating and realised she was being carried to her bed, and exceedingly gentle hands holding wet washcloths cleaned her up, before two warm bodies wrapped around her and she fell asleep, incredibly content, with a small smile curling her mouth.
Anders looked over at Fenris, whose hand was languidly stroking up and down her body. The mage-hating elf and the possessed mage looked long and thoughtfully at each other.
"Can you share?" Anders finally asked.
"If you can, so can I" Fenris' lips curled into a small smile.
Anders left a relieved sigh. "Good. I may not like you, and you may not like me but that was…"
"Amazing?" Fenris provided. Anders nodded and smiled.
"How many hours have we got until the barrier is down?"
"I don't know..enough I guess."
And they both left a little chuckle, a totally male little laugh, one that men usually shared when they were talking about women.
"What will we do about the blood mage?" Fenris asked, his hand stroking her backside.
"I don't know…" Anders smiled. "Flowers maybe?"
Blushing friously, here, i cant believe I wrote this, mich more found the guts to post it! Reviews, please?