justice_is_blond | Inbox for Fade Rift

Nathaniel had a fairly leisurely day today the minute he decided he would do something special for Anders when he got back. He treated himself to a few cakes from Skyhold after leaving Anders at the healing tents, then went shopping. The vendors around Skyhold tend to have a limited stock, but sometimes they have something special. He found what he was looking for and went back to the camp to make preparations.

The room in the Kestrel House isn't nearly private enough. Fortunately it's the hottest time of the year, though at this altitude it's hardly hot. But it's a lovely temperature for a Fereldan. The day is spent making one of the tents into a romantic refuge. Anders hardly ever gets home before twilight, so Nathaniel counts on it and brings the candles.

When he sees Anders coming down the hill, he goes to meet him with a smile, offering his arm to escort him once again.

"How was your day?"

Nate is the best sight that could possibly greet him. Anders takes his arm without hesitation, smiling back.

"Long." He'd been feeling pretty worn down, but seeing Nate smile, knowing there's a plan, is already making him feel better. "I wanted to come back early a couple of times, yet I knew I needed to stay. If I stopped, starting again would be twice as hard." If not more. He's not sure anyone had really noticed he'd been far more quiet than usual, but if he'd left they would have noted that.

"How was yours?" They don't seem to be headed to the Kestral House and Anders glances over at it, following that up with a curious look for Nate. "Are we giving Alistair a break from noise?"

"We're giving ourselves a break." Nathaniel leans in for a quick kiss. "It'll just be us. Nobody will be waiting on us, and nobody will bother us.

The tent Nathaniel has prepared on is on the outskirts of camp, well away from occupied tents. Nathaniel sweeps aside the tent flap to reveal his work.

In the gloaming light, the tent is lit up golden with candlelight. A bright red rug, threadbare but still good, is on the floor, along with their mattress and a good number of pillows. A small table has wine, fruit, and cheese, and lightweight, boldly colored fabric is draped along the walls to add a touch of luxury.

It's like being in a story. Not the way he already is in one, thanks, Varric, but like being in an actual book people would want to be in. Andres ducks in and looks around, shaking his head with a delighted expression.

"You..." Another shake of his head. He doesn't have words for this, so instead he rejoins Nate and kisses him hard, hands on either side of the man's face. After all that's gone wrong in his life, somehow he has this.

When he breaks the kiss he's still cradling Nate's face. "You love me so much."

There. That's the ticket. That's Anders finally believing him and not qualifying it with a but I don't deserve it. Nathaniel laughs softly, arms circling Anders' waist.

"I do. And you love me so much." It feels good to say that, to receive and understand it. He pulls away just enough to draw something out of a pocket.

"I got this for you," he says, presenting Anders with a silk scarf of a deep emerald green. "One of the merchants had it. I thought it would look beautiful on you. But...I have a very particular way I want you to wear it. I want you to take off your clothes and lie on your back, first."

It feels fantastic to hear as well, to know that Nate knows he loves him, to be this secure.

Anders leans against Nate and reaches out to touch the scarf, enjoying the cool fabric before giving Nate a far more mischievous smile.

"I think I can do that for you." He's not hasty in stripping, making a little bit of a show of undressing, showing himself off, before laying down and stretching out. His cock is already showing a little of his interest; he's had all day to look forward to being ravished. "Would you like it as a bow? I could be a present."

Nathaniel enjoys the show, eyes lingering on Anders as each inch of flesh is revealed, and he thinks how beautiful Anders will look spread out for him, obedient and wanting. When Anders lies down, Nathaniel begins the process of undressing himself down to his trousers.

"I have something...different in mind. You said you like obeying. Submitting. I want...to test something, and if at any point you want to stop, say red. I'm not going to tie you up, and I'm not going to hurt you. This is only a matter of obedience. Does that sound like something you would like to try?"

Nathaniel sits at the edge of the mattress now, shirtless, trailing the silk scarf down Anders' chest so he can feel the cool contrast of it.

He takes a breath, studying Nate's face before he nods.

"I trust you. I'll try it." With all the build up, he's a little nervous. Especially with the tying up aspect. But he really does trust Nate.

Smiling faintly, he reaches up and runs a finger along Nate's jawline before trailing it down that gorgeous bare chest. "I want to try this. I want to submit to you."

Nathaniel smiles, catches the hand trailing his chest and kisses it. He loves this man so much.

"Rest your arms over your head so you're comfortable. I'm not going to tie you up. But I'm going to lay this scarf across your wrists, and you will act as though it has tied you to the spot."

Anders blinks and processes that. Not tied, but acting like he can't touch, like Nate has the control but he knows that it can end if he needs it to.

"Do I get a reward for obeying?" There's a little nervousness in the joke as he obeys before he's answered, scooting down a little on the bed and stretching his arms up. On the plus side, the scarf will cover the only scars he's not comfortable with, out of all the ones on his body.

More important than any reward, though, is the word. "If I can't manage this, if I can't keep my hands like that..." He just needs to know that Nate won't be disappointed.

The emerald scarf comes to rest across scarred wrists, light and cool as the breeze.

"Then I will punish you." Nathaniel's tone is light, and he winks down at Anders. "But only in a fun way. And I will let you choose how you would like to be punished for being naughty."

His smile returns, even as he shifts his wrists a little to feel the fabric on them.

"I can think of a few ways. And they almost make up for not being able to angle up and kiss you from here. Almost." Subtlety isn't his strong point, and right now he's not even trying.

Look at that. He wants to kiss and already he obeys. Nathaniel beams down at him and leans down to kiss him. Withholding affection won't be his choice of punishment, ever.

"Tell me one," he murmurs against his lips. "Anything you want."

One of his hands twitches; he's used to tangling his fingers in those night-dark locks, but he stops himself in time.

"What, I'm supposed to start suggesting punishments before I've misbehaved?" He almost jokingly asks where Nate's faith in him is, but it doesn't feel right. Not right here, not right now. Anders kisses Nate again before answering. Why waste an opportunity like this? "If you were feeling particularly cruel you could work me to the edge... abd then stop. For a time." His eyes sparkle. "You'd have to hold out against my begging, though, and I know it works wonders with you."

"Mmm." Another kiss. "So you want me to withhold your climax when you disobey. Are you sure? I could give you a navigation lecture instead."

"Now that's just cruel." He laughs against Nate's lips, enjoying the simple intimacy of this. "Unless it's a navigation lecture and sex, then that's an idea. You never know when we might need to know where we're going."

He hopes he never has to run again, but life has a habit of thwarting his hopes.

"A sextant does measure the distance between two celestial bodies," Nathaniel purrs, but now is not the time. Sines and cosines, maybe, would be a better punishment. Also, tangents. But withholding it is. Anders has spoken. Nathaniel trails fingers up Anders' inner thigh. "Spread your legs. Knees up."

"Celestial," he echoes it, smiling up at Nate. "Are you my night sky, then?" His gaze rests on Nate's hair with a little longing, but he doesn't have time to focus on that when Nate's telling him how he wants him.

Anders spreads as instructed and bats his eyes. He might not be able to touch, but that doesn't leave him without other ways to play.

"Is this how you like me best? Bare and open? On my back, waiting for you?"

"I dream of it day and night." Nathaniel takes out the tin of salve and slicks his fingers. "But any way I have you is how I like you best."

He draws a slick line up the length of Anders' cock, already hardening beautifully for him. "Say my name."

He watches Nate's fingers intently, starting to feel some of the appeal in not using his hands - his focus is narrowed and that makes the simple touch on his cock more intense.

"Nathaniel." It's little more than a voiced whisper, almost a prayer. "I dream of you as well. Your touch, your company, your mouth and voice and heart, my Nathaniel."

Nathaniel smiles. It is warm and wicked, proud and pleased.

"The louder you say my name, the harder I will suck your cock, and the harder my fingers will fuck you. Do you accept my terms?"

His eyes darken with lust. Swallowing, Anders nods. He can't touch... but Nate's giving him most of the control, on Nate's terms. It's utterly satisfying.

"So now I've all the more reason to not use the Maker's name while you're fucking me, Nate?" If he's got this power, he's going to use it, though not too much yet. The archer's name is said conversationally.

Nathaniel immediately slides a finger inside Anders at the sound of his name. He probably shouldn't, since it hardly counts, but he knows it will be surprising, and a surprised Anders is gorgeous.

He nearly dislodges the scarf at the finger. Instead, his breath catches and eyes go wide and a little glazed at the sudden insertion. He'd expected maybe a kiss or a tease.

After a moment he's got his breathing under control he's looking back up at Nate and shaking his head.

"If just that gets a finger, I look forward to what happens when I scream your name, love. Though I'd love to know what to say to get your tongue taking my mouth, Nathaniel." He always likes saying Nate's name, but now he's savoring it.

The finger moves, though slowly and shallowly and only once.

"I was only making you pay attention," Nathaniel says as his finger stills. "You keep saying a great many words as if I would reward you for any but one. And here I went to all this trouble."

You know when

I do know when. :D

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