Sex och dravel tråden, hämningslöst!
WARNING! WALL OF TEXT!
(FL borde ha spoilerknappar.....) (Ursäkta den crappy formateringen , FL's fel.....)
Gabriel Hawke sat staring into a campfire. Their last for a long while, or so he hoped. He hoped their long journey would come to an end tomorrow, they had seen their destination from a hilltop a few hours ago. The Grey Wardens in Baldur's Gate had said that when you first saw the White City from a hilltop, it was only a full day's march left in clear weather, two if it rained.
Gabriel felt sad and tired and a tiny bit frustrated. His hunger had been stilled, his thirst quenched, now he wanted to rest in his lovers arms. Time was so precious, and he could feel his own time slip away. His lover, Anders, sat down beside him. He had been away fetching water. While by the brook, Anders had had a moment of clear thinking. He had realized that Gabriel needed some attention. Since they left Baldur's Gate they had both been so intent on the purpose of their journey, to help Anders, that they both seemed to have forgotten Gabriels well-being.
"I should make you some tea", said Anders quietly. "You look a bit cold."
"I don't want tea", said Gabriel and took Anders hand. "I want something much different tonight."
Anders smiled.
"We could stay outside if you wish", he said. "It's clear and warm."
Gabriel shook his head.
"Sorry, but I want a roof over my head. Even if it is just a tent."
"As you wish", said Anders. "Your word is law, as always. But are you certain we should make love?"
"You read me like an open book", smiled Gabriel. "And yes, we should."
Gabriel rose and Anders followed. They went into their tent. To Gabriel, their blankets looked very inviting. He sat down. Anders sat down opposite to him. They undressed each other in silence. Gabriel felt Anders' warm, smooth skin under his fingers, felt his muscles tense with anticipated pleasure. Anders caressed Gabriels chest, let his hands run up over his shoulders. He pulled Gabriel gently into his arms.
"You’re trembling", he said. "Afraid?"
Gabriel smiled and let his left hand caress Anders' right thigh.
"What am I", he asked. "A 16-year-old virgin?"
"No", admitted Anders. "But you never seem to get used to this."
Gabriel kissed Anders' chest.
"Maybe I'm just tired", he said. "Or maybe I'm just excited."
"Let's hope for that last thing."
Gabriel nodded. He was still not sure what he wanted most, sex or sleep, but he knew this couldn't be stopped now. Anders leaned down and kissed Gabriel's hair. Gabriel looked up. Anders took the chance as it presented itself, and kissed Gabriel on the lips, long and deep. Gently, he pushed Gabriel down on his back. Not the easiest way for two men to make love, but the absolutely most intimate. For a long while, they just lay like that, kissing, until Gabriel whispered:
"I'm cold."
Anders grabbed one of the blankets and pulled it around them.
"I hope you are ready, love", he said. "Because I can't wait a moment longer."
Gabriel nodded. He was ready for anything.
A soft moan escaped Gabriel. Anders hadn't been kidding. He thrust deep and hard into Gabriel. Gabriel closed his eyes, lost himself to Anders' strength, to their love, to their lust.
He could fell Anders' warm skin as he caressed his arms, his shoulders, his back, could feel Anders' hot breath on his neck, on his face, mingling with his own in eager kisses. Could feel Anders' hands touching him, touching him.....
At first. Gabriel didn't even notice, so lost was he in their hunger that he found it only natural, nothing strange. Then, he thought perhaps it was an effect of their climax, an odd one. But as he felt himself weakening, he realized something was wrong. He opened his eyes, and instead of meeting Anders' warm, loving brown eyes, he saw the blazing blue of Justice's. Justice had again taken over and he was now trying to strangle Gabriel. He was succeeding. Gabriel couldn't breathe. His body, which had only moments ago been trembling with pleasure was now trembling with fear and agony.
"Anders", he croaked.
"Anders is not here", said Justice hoarsely. "You are a distraction. I can't let you live."
"Let go of me", whispered Gabriel. He wanted to shout.
Justice's grip around Gabriel's throat tightened.
"I can't", said Justice. "I and Anders need to go back to Ferelden. We need to right the wrongs done to mages there. I can't let you live."
Gabriels head was swimming, he couldn't think, he couldn't breathe. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized he would die now, by Justice's hand. He would never see Anders' brown reassuring eyes again, never hear his voice. The desire to tell Anders one more thing rose in him. With his last strength, he said:
"Anders, I love you."
Then, everything went black. How long he was unconscious he couldn't tell, but when he woke up, Anders lay beside him, still gasping for breath. Their eyes met. Anders' eyes was again that warm brown.
"Did I hurt you", asked Anders quietly.
Gabriel shook his head. Anders took his hand and massaged it gently.
"Liar", he said.
Gabriel twisted around, rested his head on Anders chest. He was feeling really dizzy.
"Don't let me fall asleep yet", he muttered. "I think I'll never wake up again if I do.”
Anders lay his right arm around Gabriel, and took Gabriel's right hand, which lay on his chest, with his left.
"I'll make sure you wake up", he said. "I'm sorry I hurt you. Go to sleep."
"You didn't hurt me. It was Justice. But yes, I'll go to sleep. I trust you to take care of me."
Anders couldn't help but wonder if that trust wasn't extremely misplaced.
