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It was an off day. They didn’t get many of those and Anders was glad of it, some time away from his duties, a chance to leave the cold little clinic and leave the wardens behind. He didn’t even wear his armor, he didn’t have to, he could wear his much more comfortable robes when he went to the small town nearby. He didn’t even know its name but it was cute and little and everyone there knew that the Wardens were close, so it was alright that he wore robes. There were a few Templars, here and there, but he wore a Warden pin, so they knew that he wasn’t to be hauled off to the nearest Circle. He still gave them a large birth but knew that he was, pretty much, untouchable.It was nice, to be a person. The townsfolk still looked at him like he was a wonder, either because he was mage or a Warden, he didn’t know, but it was more like he was a normal person than he’d ever known. He was being observed but he wasn’t being watched. The way people interacted with him, too, was different. Some feared him, which wasn’t exactly what he wanted but he was used to it, and some seemed to actually like it, coming up to him and talking, younger teens and children asking him for stories, older teens and younger adults openly flirting with him. He liked that. He had always liked kids and he had spent a lot of time with scared, young apprentices, making sure that they had it better than he did when he was dragged to The Circle. He liked being flirted with, he knew he was attractive, tall and strong and lean, golden and smiling and warm. It wasn’t all that uncommon that he would let the flirting go further than just that, but that wasn’t something that he was looking for this day.The last time he had come here, it was on their way back from a mission and they were all bloody and tired and stinky. There was little conversation but there were looks. The main once was from Nate, looking over at one of the stalls with a sort of longing that Anders hadn’t seen from his Circle days. He had seen it on many a mage’s face when someone had gotten a letter from home, or a package, and it wasn’t confiscated by a Templar. It was on the face of a hungry apprentice when eyeing another’s desert. This was the look on unbridled want, of desire, of need, of something that could not be had. Nate had money, he was a Howe for who’s sake, and he could have had any daggers that he wanted. These though, shining and strong, with a spiraling hilt and a bear carved into the pommels, took his attention even though they had just found him a new set of daggers while on the mission that looked far more impressive. They didn’t stop, they all wanted to go home to Amaranthine and take a bath, but Anders tucked that little bit of interest in the back of his mind.Now he was back, with all of the pay that he had. Of course, the first order of business was food and he bought himself sweets and fruit and a big roll full of mushroom broth and charred pork. It was hardly enough to settle his stomach, but he knew there would be more than enough back at Amaranthine when he returned. Then there were cards, at which he was dreadful, but Sigrun did promise to help him with so he got himself a new deck and wondered if he was charged double because he was a Warden and thus believed to have money. Regardless, by the time he arrived at the armorer than Nate had eyed last, he still had enough for a set of daggers.“I’m looking for a set,” he explained to the large woman that owned the stall. She looked like she could bench press him. It made his knees weak. “Daggers, you know? Last time I was through I saw a cute little bear with these little bears on them?”“You fight with daggers?” the woman asked, cocking her head, looking at the gold embroidery on his robes.“Only if my teeth don’t do the trick,” he joked. It didn’t work. He thought it was funny.She pulled the daggers out from the display case all the same, laying them out in front of Anders. The bears were fearsome looking, over four squares where the yellow paint had mostly chipped off. The blades were slightly curved and recently sharpened and oiled, but it was clear that they were not new. Anders blinked at them, confused by why Nate would want something like this. “They’re used!”“They belonged to a noble family around here,” the woman explained, “They’re good for a fight and good as historical artifacts. Though the family fell to notoriety instead of heroics. That’s why they’re so cheap.”Cheap? Anders liked cheap.He looked at the price tag, a little parchment tag tied to the cross guard. They both had one and they were both the same price.“147 gold? For the pair?” Anders gasped, pulling up straight and staring at her, mouth hanging open. “I think you and I have a very different idea of cheap!”She shrugged. “If people didn’t hate the Howe’s these days I could charge double and be rid of them in two days.”“Sure, if you weren’t in the middle of the Maker’s backside!” Anders deflated. He had really wanted these. Had wanted to impress Nate. It wasn’t like they were friends, not really, but he was the best friend that Anders had and he was so hot, the brooding really got him going, and he hoped that, maybe, gifting him a set of daggers would get him a smile, or maybe, if he was really lucky, bent over a table. Or Nate indebted to him, that would be nice.“Do you want them, or not?” The woman asked, crossing her arms.Anders pouted, “I’m a Warden, does that do anything?”“Makes me want to give you a grueling quest,” she shrugged again, “Don’t have any of those in stock, however.”So he couldn’t barter with those talents, though it did give him a set of ideas. “Any quests of the non grueling variety I can help with? This tongue is good for a lot of things, not just wisecracks.”“You coming on to me? I’m a married woman.”“What? No, never! I’m offering to spit clean your floors for a nice little discount.”“Pretty sure that would make you sick and my floors all the filthier. You can’t pay, that’ fine, we’ve got other options.”She made the mistake, then, of leaving the Howe daggers out in the open as she began to pull out other, cheaper, sets. They were all used and Anders figured out, quickly, that these were all preowned by people that were now dead. She and her wife were vultures, picking battle sites clean, repairing and cleaning, and then selling. It was a lucrative business. The most important part though was that she ws getting herself distracted and some of these daggers were sure to have magical effects.When she bent down to look for a smell little set, the kind that Anders could hide in the sleeves of his robe, he shot a little bolt of fire into the metal. When she touched it, it sparked and caught, and she yelped in pain as the temperature skyrocketed. Maybe he should have felt bad about burning her but it was hard to feel anything but success when she swore and spun away, giving him a full view of her back and the chance to grab the daggers he wanted and slip them into the thick leather belt that wrapped around his middle, assuring the robes stayed closed. There was already a deck of cards in there, which were legally purchased, so it wasn’t that odd for there to be a lump in it.Then he hissed and rushed to her side, looking at her blistering fingers and blowing on them, letting the healing magic surge through his breath and cool the wound, reducing the blisters until they faded away.“You must be more careful, Serah,” he whispered, turning her hand and blowing, a little bit more sensually than necessary, “Magic has a way of biting the unsuspecting.”She looked at him, knowing that he was casting a spell, on her, and her lips made a tight thin line. “You might want to work on your sincerity, mageling, it doesn’t work on all of us.”“Oh and here I thought we would be friends.”“Get out of here, would you? I don’t want any more enchantments to go off because there’s some little trickster mage around to trigger them.”“You think I triggered that? Well, maybe it just took note of my sparkling personality and wanted to say hello!”She glared at him. He released her hand and took a step back, “Fine fine, I’ll be off. Good luck on selling your dead man’s loot!”He turned on his heel and headed off. He made it all the way to an alley before he bolted, hoping to get as much space between himself and the stall before she noticed her missing wares. He didn’t come here often, but he didn’t want to have to deal with the aftermath or wait for the Warden Commander to come looking for him in the town’s little jail.He darted and dashed and took a few more turns before he ran into the very man he had just stolen for.Nathaniel Howe was dressed in casual gear, so casual, with his thick black hair pulled up in a messy little bun, that Anders hardly recognized him. It was the magnetism of the Warden bond, or whatever it was the Commander called it, that was Anders first tell that this was his friend. Then there was the Warden pin. And next was the way Nathaniel swore when they collided.“Shit, look where you’re going, would you?” he snarled, “Wait, Anders? Ugh, you’re not the reason for the commotion, right?”“Maybe,” Anders said, beaming up at him, “But its for a good reason, this time, I swear.”“Good reason my arse, you’re a Warden, you have a reputation to uphold!”“Yeah, yeah, the organization known for giving criminals one more chance to do good for the world is known for its virtues, so sorry, my liege!”Nate let go of him. Anders had hardly noticed that he had grabbed him by the shoulders. His heart was pounding in his chest. He looked over Nate, wetting his lips at the sight of him. He didn’t know Nate could look so good dressed down. He always looked good, the moon to Anders’ sun, but when he had his hair out of his face and he wore clothing that was soft and comfortable instead of stuffy armor or leathers, which were also, extremely attractive, there was no denying that, but it was a different sort of attracting, he was dazzling.“Don’t call me that,” he growled.“What should I call you then, Nate? My Lord? Master? My Sweety Honey Pie? Darling?” Anders joked, batting his eyelashes.“Nathaniel,” Nate groaned, done with Anders as quickly as they had run into one another. “What did you do, anyway?”“I got you a little something, that’s all, something to make you realize how good of a friend I am and that you should always be glad to have such a pretty healer by your side.”“You got me that wire the Qunari use to shut their mages up?”“You wound me! And not with a needle and thread. Come on, join me in this safe and cozy back alley so I can show you.”Nate rolled his eyes but did as he was told. That thrilled Anders too. No one ever did as he said. What a treat.In the safety of the alley, which ended in a dead end, Anders checked, so no one would catch them from the direction he had come, he pulled the twin daggers out of his belt and pressed them into Nate’s hands.“What? Oh, you bloody bastard, you didn’t.”“No blood involved, and I can’t tell you if I’m a bastard or not, but I definitely did. Saw you glancing at them last time we were here. You like them, don’t you? Noticed the shopkeeper said they belonged to the Howe’s.”He was staring at the daggers, at the bears, one dagger in each hand. He twirled them, shacking the balance, and the smile that dawned on his handsome slit of a mouth warmed Anders from the inside. “They’re my grandfather’s! Belonged to a Howe before all of this mess.”“And that’s why you wanted them? I knew you were a sentimental old coot.”Nate spared him a glare. “There’s no way you bought these.”“You’re the one who said there was a commotion.”“You stole them?” Nate’s eyes dilated with the adrenaline of that knowledge, that he was holding stolen goods.“Not the first crime I committed today. Pretty sure my waking up this morning was a crime to someone.” Anders shrugged.Everything spun and Anders’ back hit the stonework of the nearest building hard enough for the wind to be practically knocked out of him. Sparks alighted his fingertips immediately, ready to shock the nervous system of his attacker into paralysis, just enough for him to get away. But he was bombarded by teeth and tongue and lips, Nate attacking his neck with kisses and nips. Anders’ cock reacted immediately, stiff under his robes. Nate was so hot, this was exactly the response he had wanted, but he’d expected it to be alone, at least, in the safety of Amaranthine, not out here in the open, in a random back alley. He didn’t care. He’d been fucked enough times in a public library, tucked away with the hope they’d be done before a Templar walked in.“Maker, you have any idea how sexy that is?” Nate hissed, grabbing Anders’ thigh and lifting it up his own hip. He was hard too, and he ground himself against Anders’ groin. “Not even any smalls? Oh, you’re such a whore, Anders.”“Told you, didn’t I? Robes are for ease of access! Now tell me, what’s so sexy about me?”There was a great fumbling, Nate not wanting to remove his face from Anders’ neck, not lose the thigh on his hip, but needing to undo the laces on his trousers, needing to get his own cock free.“I should drag you back to that market stall and have you return your stolen goods,” he hissed, shoving up the skirt so that he could press his hot hard cock against Anders’ own, wrap his hand around them both, and begin to pump. “I should tell the city guards, fuck, have them arrest you, maybe they’ll throw you in jail, maybe the stocks, where anyone could make you pay for your crimes.”“That’s what gets you going? The idea of me in chains?” Anders scoffed. Everything was moving so fast, too fast, and yet he wanted more. He wanted Nate inside of him. “You want to see me in the dungeons under your estate huh? Want to see me on your Daddy’s rack?”Nate slipped, cock jutting forward and hitting Anders in the stomach. A sore spot, or a hot spot. “You’re sick!”“I’ve been called worse. Don’t forget, Nate, I’m an apostate. Everything I do is against the law.”Another slip, this time lower, the cockhead striking Anders’ dry hole. It wasn’t the tightest it could be, Anders made do with fingers and bottles and the errant magical wand every once in a while, but nothing could compare to warm, thick flesh. That didn’t stop the process from being too dry to work though.“Don’t worry about prep, pretty boy,” Anders mocked. “Just spit on me. That’s what you’d do if I was in the stocks, right?”The world spun again and Anders was on both feet. His face was shoved up against the wall and he braced himself on his hands. Nate was a little bit shorter than him as were most, but Anders knew what to do about that, how to arch his back and stick his ass out. His skirt was pulled up again and a hand pulled one cheek, the one with a long white whip scar over it to the side. Goosebumps sprang out all over Anders and he flushed, ass as red as his face, when he realized that Nate was just standing there, staring at his hole.Then body hot spit struck his hole and he moaned, deep but quiet. They were, basically, in public, after all.The next moan wasn’t so contained. It was a yelp that turned into a high pitched reedy moan, strung with the pain of being stretched too fast by something too big. Nate was slow, working his cock into Anders, guided by saliva, which wasn’t a good lube but it was better than nothing. Anders couldn’t help himself but to make little sounds of pain pleasure, his cock, once more hidden by fabric, leaking.Nate clamped a hand over his mouth as he continued to work his way inside. It had to be soon that he’d be flush. He felt so impossibly big.“Shit, it’s like you want to be caught, you little bitch. By who, huh? The guards or the Templars? Bet they’d have a bit of fun with you before locking you away.” His voice was tense with the tightness of Anders’ body.He groaned when he was finally seated properly, but he didn’t take his hand away from Anders’ mouth. He didn’t take Anders’ cock either. They weren’t lovers, Nate would even deny that they were friends, Anders was sure of it, and this was all just a reaction to Nate’s lust. Anders would take it. It felt too good to have a cock fill every crevice in his rectum to not.Every shove in was a burning heat, shooting sparks up Anders’ spine and into his head, making his thoughts buzzy and his eyes glaze over. Every pull out was a suction, his body clinging to Nate like his arms clung to Ser Pounce in the midst of a nightmare and it was no relief but a new pain, the pain of momentary loss.Anders moaned and drooled into Nate’s fingers, eyes slowly rolling back. Even muffled he was loud Let them be caught, he didn’t care, he was finally getting the attention he’d wanted from Nate. And, if a guard came upon them, he would easily get on his knees and pay them off with his mouth, be filled from both ends. The thought made his lower abdomen tense with climax. He was as much a whore as Nate called him.Nate must have been able to feel it, because he started to fuck into Anders all the faster, their skin slapping against each other. His ass was getting spanked by Nate’s pelvis and it was such a delight he could feel himself drooling all the more, from both ends. And Nate took pity on him, finally wrapping those long calloused fingers around Anders’ long length. Still, there was cruelty in it, Nate wrapping the fabric of his robe around his cock, so he was being jerked into the linen.“You want to be caught, little thief whore? Let me help you. Cum for me, make a mess of yourself, let everyone see that you just got yourself fucked.” Nate hissed between snaps of his hips.Anders could hardly think, he definitely couldn’t think about consequences. All he knew was that his crush was fucking him hard and rough, just like he liked, and he needed to cum. He was told to. So he did.He wailed and there was no way that Nate’s hand was enough to quiet it, as he spilled thick white streams of semen into his robe. Pulse after pulse soaked through the material, leaving a heavy wet spot on the outside and a layer of slick white on the inside. His muscles tensed as he came and he could feel Nate struggle to thrust into him. It was enough though, to make Nate bite into his neck and cum with a shudder. The flood of hot fluid, so much more heated than the spit, soothed the burning aches of stretched muscles.They stayed like that for a moment, just breathing, coming down from their highs, Nate’s teeth in Anders’ neck, and clarity drifting through them like the sun through the clouds.Nate pulled out, clearing his throat, and he pulled down Anders’ robe, turned him around, and wiped the thick mess of drool off on Anders’ top.“You’re filthy,” he grumbled.“You like it!” Anders teased, breathless and a little loopy.“Please. I wish your mouth was as tight as your ass.”“So you could fuck it too?”“So it’s less noisy.”Anders smiled and fell forward. He was so buzzy and pleased, this was everything he wanted “As if you weren’t making my hole sing. You were the noisy one, slapping it like that.”“Ugh, what am I supposed to do with you?”“Hmmm,” Anders thought for a long moment, “Keep me on the floor in manacles, next to your bed? Your pretty criminal sex pet?”“You’re disgusting.” Nate tightened the cord over his softening cock, putting himself away. Anders heart ached with disappointment. He wanted to clean it off before it was hidden from him.“You like that too!”“Hey!”They both turned to see a guard, standing at the lip of the alley. Nate took a step to the side, just enough to keep the mess in Anders’ robes out of view. It felt like he was being protected. He liked that.“Got some complaints about indecent sounds coming from down here, You wouldn’t happen to have an explanation for that, would you?”Even from the difficult angle, Anders could see the cocky grin on Nate’s face. He shuddered, wondering how much honesty Nate had spoken with, how much he really did want to see Anders arrested.“We heard the same complaints, Ser, thought we’d investigate. Whoever it was, seems they made a dash for it.”The lie was poor. The guard new it was a lie too, but he saw the shine of new daggers at Nate’s waist and the strength in his arms and the Warden pin that they both wore, even in their off-work clothes, and decided not to worry about it.“Make sure you bring them to us, if you find them,” the guard said, nodding at them before doing the smart thing and marching off.They waited until the guard was gone before breathing, before Nate snuck a hand down and took Anders’, pulling him in tow as they left the alley. Anders blushed, furiously, at the exposure of going out wet, at the sensation of Nate’s load dripping out of his ass and down his thighs, at the way that, publicly, Nate was holding his hand.“Now,” Nate surmised, “what was that about manacles?”