DRAGONS ARE COOL!

It had been a long day, which was generally pretty normal in Hawke's company; that man was always getting them into some form of trouble and today had been no exception.

Everyone else in their party had decided to take advantage of their host's hospitality and were drinking wine like water, and as per usual, Varric had started a game of Wicked Grace just as Fenris had decided to leave. Generally he would take the dwarf up on the offer, but the rest of their party left little to be desired.

Anders had spent most of their journey trying to convince him of mage rights, which in turn lead to them bickering constantly. 'Mage Rights' were simply not something Fenris was interested in hearing about, especially not with his previous experiences in Tevinter.

Just as the young elf reached the baths, he stopped in his tracks.. "Talking of Tevinter.." He sneered as his eyes examined the garish theme throughout the open bath. He was sure it was a sight to behold to most people; their host had clearly decorated the room to impress, but it just made Fenris uncomfortable. It looked almost identical to the baths the magisters would have in Tevinter, a needless display of wealth and power when you cleanse yourself. The difference being that in Tevinter, there would be slaves there for your every beck an call. To clean you, feed you, dry you.. And anything else you wanted.

At least it was empty and he needn't put up with more mage talk.

Trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling running down his spine, Fenris turned his attention to his clothing, removing armour and shrugging out of slim fitting clothes; allowing them to fall to the floor.

Before walking into the warm pool of water, the white haired elf checked the temperature with a toe. It was pleasant and the room smelled fragrant, it was a different scent to the one Danarius kept, a better smell.. Much more calming.

Entering the water, Fenris found the whole situation strange, but not entirely unwelcome after the day he'd had. For a while, he settled in a corner, his eyes closed, enjoying the silence and warm water lapping over his weary body.

And again Hawke had lost a round of the card game and had to down a fair old amount of some nasty wine before everyone was satisfied at the penalty and he had dripped half of it down his front and now stank like a week old tavern floor. Their host merely pointed the way to the bath and carried on telling some tall tale, no doubt a fantasy, and waving his arms about. Hawkes' head was beginning to pound and a bath sounded like a great idea especially as a certain elf had headed in that direction. Hammering slavers in to the ground all day made his muscles ache and he wanted some fun damn it.
He stood carefully with a knowing look to the healer and excusing himself from the game made his way to get clean while the others drank and entertained themselves.

The room was steamy, the wall oil lamps giving out dim light in glowing auras, it was warm and he began to relax almost immediately, shedding worn leathers quickly and sliding into the heated water up to his chest. He couldn't help the moan that escaped, it felt REALLY good. It was more a pool than the Ferelden baths he'd grown up with which had been little more than a cut down barrel. Closing his eyes he lay back and floated about a bit wondering if the mage had been sober enough to catch his hint and if Fenris had succumbed to the temptation to be clean.

Sighing wearily as he lost another hand to Varric, the apostate decided to quit while he was ahead. He had already drank far too much, his blurry vision and unsteady balance proved this. Just as he was about to leave for his clinic, he locked gaze briefly with Hawke. The other man was clearly suggesting he follow, and despite how drunk Anders was, he couldn't resist.

He glanced around the room quickly, noting that the elf had already left, not much of a surprise there, though slightly disappointing. None the less, the healer paused for a few minutes after Hawke had left, giving time between them so as not to gain attention from the rest of the group.

Eventually, Anders found himself in the bathing area, steam and luxurious scents filling the room, something he wasn't particularly used to. He smiled mischievously as he spotted Hawke sliding into the hot water of one of the baths. Sliding his own clothes off slowly, he approached the other, spotting another figure out of the corner of his eye. Usually he would hesitate if they weren't alone, but for now, all focus was on Hawke, and he'd rather not keep the other man waiting.

He quietly sunk in the water behind the other man, just a few feet away from him, sighing softly as the steam relaxed his muscles.

It took a moment before Fenris even realised there were others that had joined him in the bath; he was so relaxed that he had almost drifted off. It was the sound of water being disturbed the second time that dragged him back to reality.

Cracking open one eye, he immediately spotted the two culprits, but it took him a moment to realise who they were. 'So much for some peace', he thought. Shifting slightly, the elf sunk further into the water wishing it would somehow obscure him from existence. As much as he'd come to admire Hawke, he still wasn't in the mood for the mage related crap he and Anders usually had going on.

Deciding for now to keep quiet, Fenris simply closed his eyes again and willed the intruders away.

"Anders! thought you'd be too plastered to join us..." Hawke grinned as he opened his eyes hearing movement somewhere around his feet as well as beside him. "Our host might be an arse but he knows how to lay on the bath. come here.." He stopped floating and reached out for the mage, pulling him close for a lazy kiss and groping his arse under water after making a show of moving his hands. If Fenris was watching, he'd have no choice but to make a move, preferably towards them if he was lucky, if not then he'd be turned on. Pulling Anders head back by his hair he exposed the mans throat and trailed soft bites downwards.

"I'm capable enough", chuckling softly, head spinning slightly, Anders let the other man pull him closer. "Mm, I'll agree with you on that". Tilting his head to the side, the healer met Hawke's kiss, hands finding the other's waist, gripping lightly.

Anders moaned as he felt the other man biting his neck. He made a show of it, hips grinding against the other. He knew the elf would soon intervene once he gave up hiding.

The elf had been doing a good job ignoring the two until he heard a soft moan escape Anders' lips. Cracking his eyes open, he glared over the water at the both of them, a growl almost entirely being muffled out by the water that just grazed the bottom of his nose.

Sure, Fenris knew Hawke wasn't tied solely to him, they had both agreed it was open, it wasn't anything special. Perhaps only sex, even.. And regardless of the fact he KNEW Hawke and Anders shared a bed on occasion, seeing it was infuriating. Nevertheless, his eyes lingered on the two men, wishing it was him in Hawke's arms.

Finally having had enough, the lithe elf splashed as he started to make his way out of the bath, passing both men with a sidelong fiery glance in the process. "Don't let me interrupt." He growled out curtly, droplets running down his tan skin as he left the water.

"Who said we wanted you to leave?" Hands whipped around catching the shorter elf and spinning him around back into the bath, "Surely you want to join in?" Hawke ran his hands down Fenris's arms gently and leaned in to kiss his neck where the pale glowing lines of his tatoos pulsed like a second heartbeat, "We want you." he breathed against skin, hands moving over the firm muscles the roughness of the calluses on his fingers catching against smoother softer flesh.

Grinning mostly to himself, the apostate leaned into Hawke. Knowing they had managed to gain the elf's attention now, the healer moved to nibble at the other man's neck, watching as Fenris stood to leave.

He gasped lightly as the elf was spun rather close, watching as Hawke lavished the elf with attention. It wasn't news to the older mage that Hawke had kept them both as bed partners occasionally. As much as Anders had feelings for the other mage he didn't let it get in the way of their friendship or the strange situation they were currently in. In reality, as much as he didn't particularly like the elf, he couldn't ignore that the man was very attractive.

Hesitantly, he moved to press a light kiss just below the elf's jaw, pausing for any reaction. He would rather not turn this situation into a fight.

Taken by surprise, Fenris stumbled back, landing lightly in the water; his bare flesh pressing against the culprit. About to protest the act, the elf felt his voice caught in his throat as Hawke's lips pressed to the sensitive area of his neck, his skin lightly prickling under the taller man's touch.

"I don't care what you--" Yet again, his words stopped short, this time more shocked by what had taken place. Anders had kissed him. "Don't you dare--" His eyes shot daggers to the blonde mage, teeth clenched tight as he backed up, but not following through with the threatening sound in his voice. Instead, his eyes lingered with a cold warning to the healer. It felt like an eternity as he stood there, unable to speak or move, but soon he found his gaze wandering, looking Anders up an down, the deadly edge still there, but not quite as prominent.

The mage was certainly attractive. Perhaps he could even see why another mage would want to bed him, but Fenris was no mage. "I'm not interested in your touch, mage." His words dripped like venom, but the elf knew he'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't at least a little bit curious and turned on.

"Fenris..." Hawkes voice held a note of reproach and sadness, "It never stopped you having a mage before." trying to be persuasive he moved behind Anders languidly trailing a hand over his stomach as he passed. Turning Anders to fully face the elf Hawke began with his gentle biting of the mages' neck as his hands wandered, one to play with the blonds nipple and one moving lower, obvious in intent with the movement, showing off the mans' body like a present dangling in front of Fenris's eyes.

"He's so sensitive," Hawke gripped lower and grasping Anders cock started jerking him off. The water rippled with the movement nothing visible for the moment but soon would be. He reached his free hand towards the tanned man in invitation, "go on, he'll soon be begging you..." he moved his bites to the other side of the mages' neck, if only Fenris would join them, it would be perfect.

He'd known that cornering the elf would be the only way he'd even get close to suggesting a threesome but he was fed up trying to keep a balance between them and wanted them both. Maybe if they fucked it out of their system things would settle down, not to mention the idea was as hot as hell

Grunting in surprise, the older mage watched as Hawke slid behind him, turning their bodies so he was facing Fenris now. His cheeks reddened at the feel of the other man's touch, he was completely under the other's will, and as much as it should bother him, he couldn't help himself from moaning at the idea of it. His eyes met Fenris' now, his body shuddering as Hawke started stroking his already hardening cock.

"Nn...Hawke...please", as much as Anders enjoyed the other's touch, he couldn't help but feel used in this moment. Though, he supposed if it got Fenris involved, it would be okay. He let his moans draw out longer, doing his best to appear more appealing for the elf. He stretched his body taut, putting on a show for the other, hand moving up to grasp at Hawke's hair, grip tightening, whilst he moved to press his arse against his erection.

"You're different Hawke." Fenris scowled as he watched the dark haired man move, presenting the other mage in a rather lewd fashion. Instinctively he wanted to leave, but felt himself frozen in place, trying and ultimately failing to avert his eyes from their actions.

Naturally his focus shifted to the movement of water, knowing exactly what Hawke was doing below the surface, knowing exactly what his goal was; he wanted to seduce him into a threesome. Slowly lifting his gaze, green eyes roamed Anders' body, taking in the taut muscle and light skin of the mage he despised, but finding a daring appeal in the moment. Generally, the elf found Anders abhorrent, but with his mouth shut and no clothes on.... Not nearly as much.

"Quite the display you're putting on for me. Am I meant to be impressed?" Even though he couldn't doubt the excitement he was feeling at the prospect of what was about to happen, Fenris let on very little in his voice. Perhaps Hawke would understand and notice the calmness in his voice as a go ahead, but it certainly wasn't going to go out of his way to make the other mage comfortable.

Ah Fenris, i wish i knew what you were thinking right now...Hawke wasn't sure if he'd done enough and didn't want to overplay his hand like he had when he deliberately lost the card game. "You don't have to be impressed, just turned on." he nibbled at Anders' earlobe gently biting before sucking on it, "i owe you for this" he whispered as his hand kept up squeezing and pulling down below.

His arm was still held out in invitation, "Please? Do you want me to beg you to join us?" he wasn't quite sure if he was prepared to actually carry it out but there was more than one way to beg the elf. Hawke was aching to have both of them since the idea had popped in his head and kept coming back to torment him time after time. He'd accidentally told Anders one evening and the mage hadn't seemed shocked so he'd come up with a rough plan to try and entice Fenris into his fantasy.If only Fenris would join in.

The apostate was shuddering with every nip and touch the other man gave him, pleasure overtaking him now. The pleasant buzz of the alcohol further fogging his mind. He smiled heady with intoxication, eyes lidded as his body relaxed into the younger mage behind him.

His gaze remained on the elf, though his attention kept drifting between both men. He was unsure whether to focus on the pleasure as Hawke jerked him off lightly, or the intensity within Fenris' bright green eyes.

Slowly, Anders lifted a hand towards the elf, beckoning him closer, not quite begging, but enough to show how desperately he needed to feel the other's touch. Perhaps lowering himself to such a level would spark some desire in the other.

"To see you beg, might well be worth it Hawke." Stern expression twisted into a smirk as he watched the scene play out before him, no longer hiding the fact he was enjoying it. Not even making the effort to mask his lascivious gaze upon Anders, licking his lips suggestively as he studied his features.

Eyes flicked between both men as they reached out to him. Inhaling deeply, he approached, taking Hawke's hand, but stopping short of the other. "Don't think this will change anything, mage." Briefly his eyes narrowed, but the coldness subsided as he reached out, brushing fingers tips from the man's chest and down to his abdomen.

"And you better make this worth it, Hawke." Voice stern, Fenris reached up, wrapping a hand around the back of the dark haired man's neck. Stepping forward, he pressed golden skin flush against Anders as he tugged Hawke in for a rough kiss, biting sharply at his lower lip in form of a playful punishment. Continuing the kiss, his free hand brushed over the trapped man's hip, before gripping tightly, digging fingers into flesh.

Finally! Hawke had no idea how the elf had so much willpower, he would have caved almost imediately if he hadn't actually just dived in. Smiling against the rough treatment of his lips he reciprocated the kiss leaning as far as he could with Anders between them. He kept his hand on the mages cock a short while longer though, he knew Anders wouldn't appreciate being interrupted and wondering if he should warn him that Fenris liked it rough. Ah well, it would be a surprise.

Hawke moved and used both arms to clasp them both closer taking it in turns on whos mouth he plundered with teeth and tongue, hands creeping down to grope at muscled arses, one each side. He couldn't decide who was sexier, Anders with his little gasps and moans or Fenris with his dominant approach and growls.

"This is so GOOD!" Shuffling them backwards towards the low steps into the bath he knelt and pressing his face to Anders groin took him into his mouth with a low moan while his hand reached for the elf and made sure that Fenris' cock would be stimulated enough, soon he would swap over and he had a brief thought on how they could all manage to get off together, wondering if Fenris disliked the mage so much then he might be able to work something out. Maker, this was so hot!

Anders started slightly at the other's words, leaning into the firm grip at his hip for a moment. Suddenly he felt Fenris press in front of him, watching as the elf met Hawke in a rough kiss. He pouted for a brief moment, which was cut off by a long moan. He could feel Hawke's every touch.

As the other mage shuffled back, Anders stepped away slightly, glancing to Fenris before shuddering as Hawke took him into his mouth. Maker, he wabred them both sp badly. It's was difficult resisting the urge to reach out to them both, he wanted to pull Fenris closer but knew he best take it cautious and slow. The elf wouldn't appreciate any quick movements frpm someone like him.

Having his body pressed flush against Anders felt much better than Fenris could have imagined, but he wasn't about to admit that to anyone; it was almost disappointing when they moved. That was until he saw Hawke on his knees, taking the blonde mage into his mouth. On the one hand, the elf was envious of Hawke's affections, but on the other, the sight was entrancing and he couldn't look away.

The hand around his cock caused a low breathy groan to escape him, his hips pressing into the touch. Reaching down, he curled his fingers into Hawke's hair, gently tugging at his locks. Watching the dark haired man's mouth working around Anders cock sent a shiver down his spine.

Finally breaking his line of sight from Hawke, the elf started to look over the other man, watching his reactions, noticing his caution. Initially it pleased him, but the more he looked, the more he felt the need to touch. To be closer. This situation had pushed him over the edge, he almost didn't care how much he hated the mage, he just wanted him.

"Not gone shy now have you? Usually I can't stop you from pestering me." Attempting to provoke a reaction, Fenris's lips twitched into a small smirk as he stared directly at the taller man.

Hawke leaned in to the hand in his hair as he worked. Head bobbing around the mage, swapping over he started on the tanned elf with his lips and kept Anders going with his hand while water gently lapped around their legs.

The mage was so absorbed in the pleasure and dizziness of his intoxication that he hadn't realised the elf was speaking to him at first. His moans drawing out longer with Hawke's every touch.

His cheeks tinged red, he could feel Fenris pressed against his side, he met the elf's eyes shyly, before smiling hesitantly. "N-Never...don't think that this kind of thing will shut me up for long. As much as you hope for it." Grin forming on Anders' face now, he turned his body slightly so he almost.faced Fenris. He leaned forward slowly, hand reaching out to grip the other man's shoulder. "Don't pretend you haven't been eyeing me uo this entire time. I know you are at least a bit attracted to.me, elf~"

Closing the gap between them, the apostate pressed his lips to the elf's, tongue pressing against his bottom lip, asking for permission almost.

A low groan rumbled from the elfs throat as the dark haired man directed even more attention to his cock; lips wrapping around his sensitive shaft and taking him deep into his mouth. Hawke on his knees, sucking him off was always going to be one of Fenris's favourite activities, but having Anders involved somehow made it that little bit more thrilling.

"Put your mouth to better use, mage." Fenris snarled as the gap between them closed, taking the blonde's lip between his teeth and nipping roughly at soft skin. Feeling the others tongue fighting for entrance, the elf pressed back, determined to dominate the other as Hawke worked him off, gently grazing his teeth against him in a way that made the leaner man gasp, unintentionally allowing Anders entrance.

The noises above him weren't helping his libido right now, Hawke was hard as a rock and leaking from the eroticism, desperately trying to resist the urge to touch himself as it wouldn't be fair as he'd already started them.
He swallowed the elf down moaning at the feel of both him and Anders pausing with his hand on the mage to rub his lower back and push him closer to Fenris to take them both in his mouth at once and using his hand and mouth to drive them wild.

Hawke hadn't been with Fenris for almost a week, a smuggling job had him escorting goods out of the city and they'd left on this journey immediately he was back. He had Anders that morning in the inns' stable before everyone had turned up to leave but he desperately wanted his tanned grumpy elf in his bed again. He had no idea why he was drawn to both of them, they were so different but each fulfilled a need in him he couldn't any other way.

Lips and tongue ran over both of the cocks in his mouth for extra friction, a hand on each of their arses, fingers exploring to tease at their entrances as he moaned around them in pleasure.

The apostate moaned as the elf bit into his lip, their bodies pressing together now. As soon as he was granted access, Anders pressed his tongue inside, raising a hand to grasp at the back of Fenris' head, fingers running through his short white locks. He knew the other would want to dominate him, most likely the only reason he had let the healer in so easily was due to what Hawke was currently doing.

Holding in a groan, Anders shuddered as he felt the younger mage's mouth engulf them both, his other hand moving to grab onto something close, that thing being the elf. Pushing up harder against the other man now, the healer shuddered, pulling away briefly he smiled softly before leaning into the elf, pressing his face into the crook of his neck. Pressing feather light kisses along Fenris' tanned neck, he tried his best to avoid the lyrium lines, knowing of the elf's hatred and sensitivity towards them.

The elf took a moment to enjoy the sensations both men provided; gently tilting his neck for Anders and running his fingers through Hawke's short locks, watching as he skillfully worked his two lovers off.

A small smirk curled on Fenris's lips as he realised how well Hawke had played this. If the darker haired mage had approached him beforehand to ask for this, he'd never have agreed in a million years, and would have left the rejected man grovelling for days for just the mention of it. Yet, here he was enjoying himself, reveling in it, even.... However, Hawke would be held responsible and wasn't going to get off lightly, so to speak.

Tightening his grip in Hawke's hair, he firmly tugged the man's head back so they made eye contact. "I bet you are so thoroughly pleased with yourself, aren't you Hawke?" Lips twisted into a challenging smirk; if this was what his lover wanted, then he'd have to make it well worth his while. Getting sucked off was pleasant enough, but the elf wanted more, it had been too long since he felt the other inside of him, and there was something thrilling about the idea of Anders seeing them.

Leaning down, Fenris crushed their lips together hotly before running his tongue across the other's lower lip and forcing entry. Only a few short moments passed before he broke away, continuing the challenging look as he stared Hawke in the eye. "I think you need some time out to think about what you've done." Swiftly, the elf turned, grabbing the blonde mage's wrist, roughly pulling him toward a nearby ledge of the bath and forcing him down onto it in a sitting position. The ledge was the perfect level and had a small stand within arms reach with a variety of different oils and lotions; he had chosen the spot accordingly.

Without so much as glancing back to Hawke, the elf parted Anders legs and pulled him close, so their bodies were pressed flush as he heatedly crushed their lips together, his hands running languidly up the mage's thighs. This was a show for Hawke, in the same way he'd been presented such, but it would be a lie to say that he wasn't taking pleasure in what he was doing to the blonde mage. If he wasn't so turned on, Fenris was sure his thoughts about the blonde man at this precise moment would make him lurch, but right now, he was enjoying his bare flesh, his lips and the hard cock pressed up against him.

Almost reluctantly breaking the kiss, Fenris glanced over to Hawke, ready to admonish him for moving closer. He would make the darker haired mage suffer by watching and not touching.. Admittedly not for long, but just long enough to drive him wild.