Title: Intimate Stories
Fandom: Dragon Age
Rating: E
Length: 1632 words
Pairings: Anders/Karl (past), Anders/Fenris
Content notes: Past student/teacher sexual relationship (Anders/Karl)
Author notes: Written for the ‘swallow’ challenge in fan_flashworks.
Summary: Anders tells Sara Hawke and Fenris about Karl. It arouses unexpected feelings in Fenris, with even more unexpected results. Hawke watches.

They were in the library, on the lounge. Sara was sitting with a glass of wine in hand, while Fenris was lying with his head in Sara's lap. He had complained of a headache earlier, when Sara had been pouring the wine. Anders had not offered his magical assistance, so Sara had encouraged him to lie down on her lap while she massaged his temples, scalp and neck. It had reduced the pain, though it hadn’t banished it entirely. Now Sara was running her hands through his hair, like he was a cat, and it took willpower not to close his eyes and try to purr.

Anders was sitting opposite them, with his own glass in hand. He and Sara were continuing a conversation they had started earlier.

“Everyone was fucking everyone in the Circle,” he said. “I was one of them, until Karl. The Templars didn't mind. It kept us distracted, compliant, focused on each other.”

“Karl was who we tried to rescue just after we met, wasn’t he?” Sara asked.

Anders briefly closed his eyes, his face etched with pain. “Yes,” he said.

“Tell us about him,” Sara encouraged, “He was obviously important to you.”

“Karl was... funny, kind, generous." Anders' eyes became unfocused, seeing into the past. "He was a Senior Enchanter. When we met, I had only been Harrowed that year, a newly minted Enchanter. He was one of my teachers in spirit magic. I don't know why, but he showed an interest in me, said I had promise. He offered some extra tutelage, outside class-”

“Trying to get you alone?” Sara asked with a waggle of her eyebrows, but Anders shook his head.

“No, it wasn't like that. We would meet in the library, where he helped me to study. He'd recommend books to read, and we would discuss them together. The different techniques, but also the philosophical underpinnings. He had such a deep understanding of spirit magic, it was an honour to study under him.”

“So you two never...?” Sara asked, and Fenris was glad that she did, because he was beginning to grow interested in this story.

“I didn't say that,” Anders said with a smile that seemed directed internally rather than towards them. “The library had some dark corners... Sometimes, after we'd been studying, he’d bend me over a desk, lift my robe and... Mmmm.” Anders closed his eyes, the smile not leaving his face. After a moment, he visibly shook himself, opened his eyes, and looked at them again. “But that wasn't all it was. My previous... liaisons, they were just for fun. With Karl, it was a connection. While I was with him, there were no others and, for awhile, I stopped trying to escape. Because there was something inside the Circle that I couldn't get outside it.”

“So what happened?” Sara asked.

Anders’ brow creased with pain. “I said the Templars didn't mind the fucking. That was only true when it was a dalliance. They weren't keen on more enduring relationships...” He paused, swallowed heavily. “Karl was brought up on disciplinary charges. Irving was in on it too. We were forbidden from seeing each other.” He closed his eyes. “I tried to sneak in to see him, but Karl wouldn’t see me. Said that I was putting both him and myself at risk...” he trailed off, opened his eyes, and looked down. “I escaped for the final time not long after. And you know how that turned out. I tried to see him after I left the Grey Wardens, but one of my old roommates told me he'd been transferred to Kirkwall. I followed him here, and you know the rest of the story.”

“I'm so sorry, Anders,” Sara said.

Anders just shook his head. Fenris could see unshed tears glistening in his eyes until he looked down.

They sat for awhile, the only sound the crackling of the fire. Sara continued to run her hand through Fenris’s hair. Suddenly, Anders lifted his head and spoke,

“Fenris, do you still have that headache?”

“Yes,” said Fenris, “but-”

Anders cut him off. “Don't worry, no magic. But I know something that may help?" His tone lifted at the end, turning his sentence into a question.

Fenris tentatively nodded.

Anders slipped off the couch and crossed the short distance to where they lay. He had an inkling of where things were going when Anders slowly dropped to his knees beside the lounge.

Anders was breathing fast as he hovered his hands over the laces of Fenris's breeches. “If you will let me...?” he asked.

Fenris felt like his heart stopped for a moment. His mind stuttered. The mage.. offering to.. He presumed it was telling them the story of Karl that had roused this in him. Fenris had long suspected that Anders had been with men, but that story had confirmed it. More than that, it had told him that Anders had enjoyed it. Enjoyed... being made use of. Fenris felt ashamed at the lust that thought stirred in him.

Fenris suspected that he had quite a different interpretation of the story than Anders. Where Anders saw no ulterior motive in Karl’s attention towards him, Fenris saw calculation. Fenris remembered the way that Danarius would praise him, make him feel like he was his closest confidant. It was the nature of mages to take advantage of others, both mage and non-mage alike. Fenris had eventually seen through Danarius, but Karl, it seemed, would forever be remembered fondly by Anders.

This all flashed through Fenris's mind as Anders waited for his answer, his hands still arrested in mid-motion, and Fenris realised that he was taking too long. He looked into the mage’s brown eyes, with their wide-blown pupils, and saw only desire. Slowly, he nodded.

Anders smiled and started to unthread the laces holding Fenris's breeches together. He worked slowly, giving Fenris, he realised, plenty of time to object. Sara's hand continued to card through Fenris's hair, although he could feel a small tremor in her gestures that he interpreted as excitement.

When Anders had pulled all the laces loose without Fenris objecting, he began to gently tug his breeches down his legs, and Fenris assisted by lifting his behind off the lounge. His cock, semi hard already, hit against his lower stomach. Anders licked his lips and smiled again. He left Fenris’s breeches where they were, tangled around his ankles, and turned his attention to his cock. He used his hand to gently lift it, and Fenris couldn’t help but start at the contact.

Anders paused where he was leaning over Fenris and looked up at him. “Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” Fenris said, simultaneously appreciating the consideration and resenting its necessity.

Anders didn’t hesitate any longer. He lowered his mouth down onto Fenris’s cock, and Fenris arched his back, trying not to lift his hips and drive himself deeper into the warm, wet heat. His head tilted back in Sara’s lap, and she brushed the hair from his forehead and adjusted her position so that she could lean down and kiss his face as he gasped. Then she dug her fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp again. Anders, meanwhile, was enthusiastically sucking him deep into his mouth, expertly using his lips and tongue.

Fenris couldn’t help but think of Anders’ story – of Karl bending him over a library desk. Images of Fenris bending Anders over Hawke’s desk flashed before his eyes. Of lifting his robe, and fucking him hard, like Fenris himself had once been fucked. And, importantly, of Anders enjoying it, begging him for more.

This time, he could not resist the urge to drive his hips upwards, thrusting his cock into Anders’ mouth until he felt the back of his throat. Anders seemed to appreciate it, if the curve of his lips and the hum that reverberated down Fenris’s cock was any indication. So Fenris did it again – and again. He moved one hand down to twist his fingers into Anders’ hair, and the other up to take hold of Sara’s hand. Clinging tightly on to Sara’s hand, he pulled down on Anders’ hair with the other at the same time that he lifted his hips. He was rewarded with a small grunt as he thrust his cock deep into the back of Anders’ throat. Sara’s other hand was still brushing stray hairs from his forehead, and she was whispering sweet nothings into his ear that went straight to his groin.

Fenris’s breath was fast now, and Anders was clearly trying to bring him to completion, bobbing his head up and down on his cock with gusto. When Fenris felt that he was getting close, he released his hand from Anders’ hair, although he kept his grip on Sara’s.

“I’m going to…” he attempted to warn Anders, but Anders did not move away. Instead, he grabbed Fenris’s hand and returned it to where it had been, in his hair. Fenris groaned and twisted his fingers in the blonde strands.

“Fasta vass,” he swore, and came into the mage’s mouth.

Anders swallowed down all of Fenris's spend and seemed to use his tongue to search for more. When Fenris finally relaxed back onto the lounge, Anders slowly pulled his mouth free from Fenris’s cock, lingering on the head until Fenris flinched. He smiled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then pushed against the seat of the lounge to stand.

“I hope that helps,” Anders said, still smiling, but when Fenris went to say something – though thank you seemed inadequate – Anders shook his head and left the room without saying anything more.

“Well,” Sara said, after Anders had gone, a laugh in her voice. “Is your headache better?”

“Yes,” Fenris said, although something told him that he had just acquired a new one.