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PSL in which Justice goes off with Velanna

He's not that surprised the morning he wakes up to hear Velanna and Justice have disappeared. Truth be told, he's been thinking about doing much the same himself. There are more and more Templars running around, and while they've joined in body, he knows they haven't in spirit.

"Apostate," another hisses as he walks past Anders in the hall. That makes seven this week, and it's only Tuesday.

Anders reaches Nate's door and raps twice before opening it and looming in the doorway. It's not like the archer will have company.

"You're missing the warm exuberance of our newest Templars," he informs Nate. "They're almost being as affectionate as you. You should offer to show them your grip. They seem like they could use some help with their... grip." Maybe if they learn how to jerk off they could turn their inner jerk off. He feels very clever for thinking of that, and makes a mental note to share that gem with Oghren later. "Though you don't have to worry about your 'dourest face ' title being taken any time soon. Velanna left sometime last night."

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"What, no sharing?" The teasing is light. He's not healed yet, especially not after being trapped underground and possibly losing someone who was becoming a friend, but he's not feeling like lying down and giving up. Anders touches Nate's shoulder lightly in passing before he heads toward the tub.

Thank the Maker for magic; Anders never has to haul water. He strips while turning ice into hot water, shaking his clothes out as best he can in the meantime. They've the funds to buy new, at least, because some of the stains are never coming out. But then it's time to ignore everything else and sink into the heat and relax. It's perfect.

"I'm never coming out of here," he calls back, even as the water darkens. Anders starts working on scrubbing spider gunk out of his hair. In the end, it takes draining the tub and refilling it before he feels clean again, and he drains it a second time, filling and warming it for Nate and stumbling out.

"It's all yours." He needs a nap now. Then... Then it will be time to let Lirene know he's back. He has resources now, and the tunnels have given him ideas.

Nathaniel snores softly. And when Anders speaks, it takes a bleary moment for him to rouse himself.

"What? We can share all you want. I blef mif vass az vlab blif--"

Those aren't words. He tries shaking his head. It's not working. Forcibly, he shoves himself to his feet and stumbles to the tub.

The next thing he knows, he is waking up, clean, drooling on his pillow, The tub is full of cold, dirty water and he is entirely disinterested in draining it as he ought. Right now, he is warm and comfortable and clean. There is no immediate need to get up. But where is Anders? If Anders is also asleep, Nathaniel can stare and pine for a bit before he gets up. If not, he will have to get up and stare and pine instead. Ugh. Getting up. Had Anders finally flirted with him again, before they crashed? Does he remember that right, or is it just wishing?

Anders hadn't been able to resist the urge to crawl in next to Nate. The blankets are warm, dusty but clean enough considering Darktown, and Nate's warm too. He stirs as Nate does, with a regretful sigh. There's so much to do but he's comfortable. After so long, he almost feels like himself again.

"Tell me it's night and everyone's asleep so there's no point in starting to get things done?" It's muttered. "Lirene is up early every morning, so she can't stay up late." It's not night. It's not even late enough justify pretending it is, he can see the light in the hole in the wall that serves as the clock down here. "Or tell me you need a healer to see to you and stay with you for... some reason. I don't know."

He's just being lazy. No doubt Nate will shove him out of bed and they'll get to work. But he's going to enjoy the cuddling for as long as Nate tolerates it.

Nathaniel can't shove him out of bed. His arms circle him because he can't help it. He just slept with Anders in a literal sense, but it takes very little to remember when it happened in another sense. Twice.

He loves this man. It's the first time he has used that word in his mind, but he could spend his whole life waking up with Anders in his arms. He could spend his whole life as it is right now, their heartbeats colliding, the scent of golden hair in his nostrils.

"I might need a healer for a very specific reason," he mutters as those thoughts lead things to warm in places, in ways they have warmed without Anders' knowledge these past few months. In this haze, there is no judgment, only feeling.

Oh, hello. Now there's a surprise, and an entirely pleasant one too. Anders has always been the one to flirt, and even the one to initiate both times before. Nate doing it is new, which means Anders wants to be careful to make sure he's not misreading things.

"Is there an ache you need seeing to?" The innuendo is clear, he thinks, but he follows it up anyway with a slow and careful touch - hand on Nate's lower back moving to rub his ass a little. The last time he had sex was a happier time, and it was also with this man. This could be exactly what he needs right now.

"You've just worked so very hard. Maybe an exam is exactly what you need. ...Or not, I could be entirely missing your meaning." He turns his face so he can look at Nate, smiling. He wants Nate to know it's entirely fine if Anders is mistaken in what's being said, just so there's no pressure. All the same, it's nice to feel the rush of heat to his groin again, to know that he can want this again without an undue amount of guilt.

Nathaniel has never been certain how much time Anders has needed, or whether he himself can bear being touched and kissed by a man who does not love him back. But now...now? He think he will die without it. He thinks that whatever affection he can get, he had better take and cherish and remember. That one night was so beautiful, he cannot keep replaying only it in his memory when he wants Anders.

His hand begins to slide up Anders' thigh, as many layers of fabric as there are between him and skin. He turns his face against one temple, barely nuzzling.

"I need a healer," he murmurs. "I need you to see to some swelling."

He shifts closer, rolling his hips toward Anders'.

There's absolutely no question now. Apparently being cut free of the Wardens' leash was good for Nate, or maybe it's just Anders' influence. He doesn't know and he's not worried about what's the reason because he can't see anything unhealthy in it.

Anders makes a pleased noise, pulling the robe he'd exhaustedly yanked on up out of the way so that Nate can touch his skin. But then it's time to focus on his patient, of course.

"I can hardly ignore a patient's plea for assistance." He smooths his hands over Nate's bare chest, feeling the muscles there before his hands make their way to Nate's nipples. One gets a pinch, followed by him quickly bending his head and licking it. "Mm. I don't think that's the swelling."

His expression is mock seriousness, eyes sparkling as he fights a mischievous smile. "Perhaps it's the other?" He leans forward to suck on that one, nice and slow. He hadn't taken the time to tease and play with Nate last time, though Nate had taken his time with him. Now he wants to make up for that, just a little, before he gets Nate buried inside him again.

Those beautiful hands touch, tease, and then there is the hot, slick flash of tongue. Nathaniel gives a soft moan. Maker help him, this man is wicked and corrupting. Then there is a circle of lips, suction, Nathaniel's back arches and he can no longer consider whether this is a good idea. Maybe it will be unfair to Anders, but that is going to be something he winds up regretting later rather than stopping now. Nathaniel will be sure to guilt himself over it, for certain.

"You have...unusual methods, for a healer," he says breathlessly, hands fumbling to untie Anders' hair and bury themselves in it.

He sucks a little harder before just barely grazing Nate's nipple with his teeth and then pulling back enough to give Nate a wicked grin, but not enough to lose the hands in his hair. There's a bizarre sweetness to the way Nate seems to enjoy his hair so much, and Anders treasures it.

"Some patients take a little more... thoroughness... than others." The word is emphasized by his hand smoothing down Nate's stomach and coming to rest just above the waistband of his leggings. "Most, in fact, come to me with specific symptoms."

He gets close again, starting to kiss down Nate's neck and chest between sentences. "My throat swollen. My arm hurts. There's a rash between my toes." He pauses just below Nate's breastbone. "You've been so terribly vague, Ser." Another kiss, just above the belly button. "Which means I must be all the more attentive." The next kiss replaces where his hand had been and he pauses, giving time for anticipation to blossom before he kisses the cloth over Nate's erection.

"Mm. Is this, perhaps, the issue?" He palms Nate's cock through the leggings, looking up at the archer's face with a raised eyebrow.

Maker, the man is gorgeous when he's being slutty. Nathaniel cradles the back of his head in one hand to tilt his head back as he looks up at him, and smiles down at him, lips parting, face flushed.

"You always know where to look to find the problem." He clears his throat, somehow feeling a touch inappropriate when a friend is touching his cock. Before, it was Nathaniel doing the touching. There never had to be any uncomfortable questions about why he was allowing things to happen when he was in the active role--he could simply be active, knowing what he was doing and having a good time. Being passive means there are a lot of things his mind is doing besides having sex. Well. Let's continue the roleplay, then, and see where it leads. Maybe that will take the edge off.

"Do you have a cure?"

"Do I have a cure?" Anders echoes, voice pure amusement. "Do I have a cure, he asks, having come to the best healer in Kirkwall, nay, Thedas, the best healer there is, as if he can possibly doubt my skill."

Tonight is full of surprises, among them being that Nate's going to play along. Anders has learned plenty about the archer since he'd been betrayed by the Warden-Templars, but a playful side isn't one he's seen much of. At all. As time goes by, more of Nate's shell slips off and Anders likes that. His own had been a bit shattered right from the start. It's nice to see trust and openness being returned.

And it's nice to feel Nate's cock in his hand.

"You'll be glad to know that you've not got a fatal case here. If you'd waited much longer before bringing this to me... but you didn't." He strokes along the shaft idly as he talks, memorizing the rare smile on Nate's face. "What you need is something warm wrapped around it, snugly, until the swelling goes down. Luckily, I've two options for you."

Nate's cock gets released so that Anders can start urging his leggings down. His gaze moves from face to groin as he exposes his friend, feeling himself harden the rest of the way at the sight.

"We'll start with the first choice, hm?" He kisses the side of the cock before flicking out his tongue to brush it. "And if you find the cure isn't working exactly as desired, you're welcome to... seek the other. A good healer does anything for their patient." With that, he takes the head of Nate's cock into his mouth and sucks, gently, just to emphasize his words. The taste of Nate floods his senses and Anders makes a satisfied noise; while the months of hitting on Nate and trying to get him into bed are long distant, he still remembers how much he'd wanted this.

Nathaniel tucks his hands beneath his head, giving his neck a little more support so he can keep watching Anders. Flash of tongue, heat of mouth, and then he can't help a loud moan. Anders is good at this. Nathaniel's own cock-sucking technique is more about enthusiasm than refinement; he'll clearly have to step up his game. His fingers lightly scratch and massage Anders' scalp while carefully holding his loose hair out of the way. Still, what does escape is glorious to see splayed over Nathaniel's thighs.

Still, oral to him is generally foreplay. His hips roll once, helpless.

"It's not working," he gasps. And because Anders made mention of seeking in an active sense, he grabs the man under his arms and hauls him up, spinning around to pin him beneath.

Nate's moan is music to his ears, telling him exactly how good this is for the archer. The hips are even more of a sign and Anders chuckles... before he's suddenly being moved off Nate's cock. His eyebrows are practically in his hairline as he's pinned. Nate had been enjoying himself, Anders is certain on that, but not enough? He has some learning to do about Nate's preferences, apparently. They've time for that, though, and despite his surprise Anders wastes no time shimmying his robes up the rest of the way, leaving them a bunched tangle around his waist as he spreads his legs.

"The patient knows best, in this case," he murmurs. "Take your cure, Ser. And as... gentle wasn't being effective, you may want to get rough with it."

He doesn't think he needs to suggest that, considering the weight currently, deliciously pressed down on him.

"I prefer my patients to be fully satisfied with their treatment." The smile he gives Nate is absolutely wicked. "It means I get repeat clients." And Maker, this is one man he'd like to enjoy many, many times.

He nuzzles Anders' temple, his hand diving between the mage's legs, thumb teasing against his entrance. Since this is a clinic, his other hand doesn't have to grope for long before finding some manner of oil. He does check to make sure it's nothing dangerous or valuable, and in a moment, two fingers are pressing deep into Anders' body. Yes, this is what he wanted. He likes being on top, manipulating a body with his hands, driving a partner wild before finally taking them. Given Anders' dialogue, though, he thinks that being pushed might drive Anders wild, the less foreplay the better.

Repeat clients causes Nate's heart to leap; silly, and not altogether unexpected, but it's good to know. There is no telling where this might lead.

"I can already tell you," he purrs, "that I will be coming. Again."

"Again and again, I hope," he says hoarsely as the two fingers delve into him, working him open. Sometimes he likes slow and sensual, but it's been so long that he wants something rough.

"This could be a, a chronic condition." He trails blind kisses up Nate's neck to his jawline, eyes closed so he can best focus on the fingers that keep teasing what he knows will soon be thrust against again and again. Anders shivers in anticipation.

"We hardly want your, oh, please." Words aren't entirely easy to keep track of when Nate's hands are involved, and there's a whole rush of beautiful mental images that accompany that thought - so many ways Nate's hands could distract him. "Treatment," he manages. "We hardly want your treatment to be lacking."

That. That is what's missing when someone else is in charge. Those surprised gasps, pleas, mewls. Nathaniel is not sure when it happened, but now he is buried deep inside Anders, fingers tangling in golden hair as he steals a fierce kiss. His free hand curls around Anders' cock and begins to stroke as his own hips move.

"Your sacrifice and dedication to your profession is admirable. This must not be enjoyable for you at all." He shifts the angle, driving against that spot deep inside that will drive Anders mad.

He'd needed this. He hadn't realized it, hadn't thought himself even ready, but the thick pressure of someone he trusts inside him makes him feel more like himself than he has in so long. The shift of Nate's hips has him moaning and arching up in direct contradiction to the archer's words. Enjoyable might fit any one of the things on its own, heated kiss or calloused hand on his cock or thrusts against his prostate, but it doesn't come close to covering them all.

"A selfless healer might find it within themselves to do things like this without enjoyment," Anders pants. His hand goes down to squeeze Nate's skinny ass, hard. "I'm not very selfless."

Especially as everything is building far too fast for him to focus on holding out or lasting longer. Anders returns the heated kiss as Nate's hard thrusts drive him over the edge, fingers clenching hard enough on Nate's hips that they may leave bruises.

That grip on his ass, the spasms around his cock, Nathaniel only needs to thrust a little faster before he is coming hard into Anders' clenching body. In the haze after, it's a bit hard to move. He rolls off Anders, gasping for air, and just comes to accept that in a few hours, he's going to be stiff and sore and bruised. But Maker, it was worth it. His arms wind around Anders because cuddling is part of the process of coming down from orgasm for him, and because his arms simply do that when Anders is in bed with him because Anders is amazing and gorgeous and Nathaniel will always want to be close to him.

One of the clinic doors creaks open. No one enters, but there is a female voice. A familiar voice.

"If you're done, get decent. Now."

Nate freezes. It takes him a short while to put a name to the voice, a voice he'd never thought they would hear again.

Velanna.

At least he's gotten laid, and laid well, he tells himself as the door opens. Someone needs healing and it's time to get back to work, but he had that. Before he can fumble for something to wipe off with they're talking, though, and he freezes as well. Velanna. In Kirkwall. Why? And if she's found them, does that mean other Wardens can? Stroud hadn't seemed like he'd pursue, but doubtlessly there are Warden-Templars still upset about the disappearance of so many of their asshole friends and the failure here to kill him. ...And Maker, if Meredith learns there's an honest-to-Andraste spirit wandering around in a corpse...

He moves like lightning at that thought, toweling, passing it to Nate, hastily straightening robes, before inviting Velanna in. Justice isn't with her, which leads to nameless fears.

"Is he at least hidden? This city... This might be the worst place for Justice to be." He's assuming they haven't split up.

She glares at him, a little colder than he remembered. "Is Nathaniel decent?"

"Howe? Indecent? Never. That's me, in case you've forgotten." Anders gives her his best smile and it gets ignored. Something's up. She can't hate them all over again, surely.

Nathaniel stumbles into the room, coughing to loosen his sex-thickened vocal cords and hastily straightening his clothes.

"Velanna," he aspirates. He is still flushed and breathless, more so now that they have unexpected company who knows what they've been doing in the other room.

Now her glare is directed at Nate, and Anders gets a nice, short break from it. She looks the archer over, and there's a flicker of something in her face that's gone in a heartbeat that Anders isn't sure he can put name to.

Alas, her glare at Nate is all too short and then Anders is being hit by its full force. And more. He'd been wrong. She could hate him all over again, for some reason.

Velanna closes the door behind herself and slides the bar into place.

"Will you be telling us what this is about?" Anders asks, eyebrows basically all the way in his hairline for the second time in one day.

"Are you truly so blind that you do not know? You have been in this city and made an uproar for one mage. What of all of the others?"

Anders frowns, glancing over at Nate. "The... the human mages? And... city elves?" This is not a cause he'd expected her to be worried about. "I'm not ignorant about what's going on, but we've had a debt to pay off. We only just returned to the city."

"And you?" That's shot at Nate by her, glare a little softer than the one she'd given Anders. He doesn't think that's entirely fair.

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