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"And I need you," he murmurs against Anders' throat before pulling back and allowing his shirt to come off. His hands nimbly unfasten his trousers and pull them down and off. He is hard already, and kissing down Anders' throat hungrily.

"Oil," he says roughly, lowering himself between Anders' legs and grinding against him.

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"Um," he says in return, glancing at their nightstand with some doubt. He hasn't needed it in months. All the same he opens the drawer, fishes around while trying very hard not to disrupt the wonderful things Nate's doing to his neck and groin, and successfully comes up with a vial that still has a little left in it.

"Here. Here, love," he says breathlessly as he sinks back down and spreads his legs apart. The vial is urged into Nate's hand, Anders trying to help open it in the process. "Be a little careful. Not too careful. But a little."

Once that's handed off and said, Anders' hands are in Nate's hair and he's running fingernails along his scalp.

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The trouble is that, until ten minutes ago, Nathaniel thought Anders was dead. Now that he's back, instinct is battling desire--desire to crawl into this man's skin and be as wholly one with him as possible, against instinct to keep him safe and treat him like spun glass. Only one finger slides into Anders' body, and his hand is trembling. He pulls back to look at his husband's face, drinking it in. Even without the scare of the last twelve hours, he hasn't seen this man in months.

"I missed you," he says, and somehow, he still misses him. Even now, this isn't enough exposure to make up for the lack of him these last months.

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He cracks, now, with Nate's gaze on him and finger inside him. One tear escapes, followed by another and more as he grabs his husband and pulls him tight against him.

"I missed you so much. I, I need you. I can't do this alone." He's not made to live alone, he's fairly certain. Or maybe he's just too weak, or... he doesn't know. "You are my rock and my home."

He's messing up the mood and he tries to regather himself with a deep breath. "I'm whole with you, my love. Even more so when you're filling my hole?" It's beyond weak. But he doesn't want to bring Nate down, not when this should be a time of joy.

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It's almost too late, as his free arm wraps around Anders. He buries his face in the crook of his neck and breathes the scent of him. A second finger is added when he remembers what they are doing, but...

"You've never been alone," he says, because he feels he must, despite understanding what Anders means. He has felt alone as well. The empty promise rings hollow, so he changes it. "I'm here now."

Fingers slide out; he slides in, deep as he can go. "You can feel me, right here, as I can feel you."

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He groans as Nate drives home, as well as his words. Nate's here now, he's really here now, and there's no plan to go elsewhere. There's no elsewhere to go, even. Riftwatch is separate from the Inquisition now. They can't order Nate to another base.

"I can," he murmurs, holding the back of Nate's head. "I can feel you here, and I'm here with you." Anders rocks his hips upward, grinding against his husband and moving Nate inside him, feeling so much more filled than he recalls.

His other hand slides down Nate's back, gentle and loving, and his voice lowers to a groaned whisper. "You are the love of my life, my treasure, my everything. My gorgeous husband."