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If asked, Fenris could not explain how this had started. They were in Merrill’s house after a mission, everyone leaving until it was just the two of them. Merrill was sitting on the floor as Fenris drank mead, the conversation short and clipped. He was considering leaving when Merrill tried to get him to come visit the Alienage more often, and he spat back that he had no need to see miserly elves when he'd seen enough of them to last several lifetimes. The argument snowballed from there—he was arguing with Merrill about blood magic, about her naivete, about how she had thrown everything away for the sake of listening to demons, and the next he was slamming her against the wall with a violence he didn't measure.

Only this did not devolve into a fight that would most definitely end up with Merrill’s heart in his hand and Isabela threatening to cut Fenris’ dick off as comeuppance—instead, Merrill got on her tiptoes to kiss him, hungry, tongue licking at his lips until he opened his mouth and returned the contact. The fervor of it made him dizzy, cock straining against his leggings as they made out.

After what felt like eons but was only a minute at most, Fenris pulled away to catch his breath, rocking his erection against Merrill’s pelvis.

“What was that, witch?” he spat, voice shaky with lust. “Did you enthrall me with a Desire Demon?”

Merrill laughed. “No! Izzy told me if I get pushed up against a wall it's because they want to make out with me. And I wanted to make out with you, to shut you up, so it seemed fair.”

Fenris made a little noise from the back of his throat and scoffed, turned his head away from her. “Could it not just be violent? It certainly was, in my case.”

“Is that why you're so hard right now?” Merrill breathed, pressing herself against him knowingly. She rubbed her mons pubis against his cock and he let out a breathless moan. A giggle escaped her lips. “It's good for tension, having sex.”

Fenris growled, determined to show her just how good it was for tension—he’d use her to destress. He was a ball of nerves and Merrill was small, vulnerable, a tiny thing with big eyes. When he let himself think it, he saw her as prey.

“So I have heard,” he spat before he grabbed her and pulled her down onto the cold wooden floor. He pinned her down with one hand on her chest, gauntlet rubbing over her robes and threatening to cut them to pieces. Instead, he took off his gauntlets and worked on pulling her clothes off. He delighted in the sight of her bare skin, her vulnerability while he remained hidden under layers of cloth and armor.

He leaned down to kiss her again, sloppy and wanton, his clothed hard-on rubbing against her entrance.

“Fasta vass, witch, I am going to destroy you,” he breathed as his hand trawled down her torso, to her waist and then between her legs. He rubbed her lower lips, two fingers against her entrance, gathering up her slick. He pushed a finger inside and leaned forward to take one of her nipples in his mouth, tugging at it with his teeth.

Merrill writhed underneath him, letting out an undignified moan of pleasure and pain. Her hips bucked into his touch, getting more of his finger inside her. He kept biting at her nipple, teasing it with his tongue as she moaned softly. Another finger found its place inside her and he started to pump them rhythmically, opening her up.

A short knock took Fenris right out of it. He barely managed to get his mouth off Merrill’s tit before the door opened.

“Merrill?” Anders’ voice came as he walked into the small house. “You didn't return my book on med…” He went silent just as Fenris turned to face him, two fingers knuckle-deep inside Merrill. Anders took a deep breath before he grinned smugly. “Fenris. I thought you didn't like serving blood mages.”

Fenris growled, indignant at such an accusation. “I am not serving her. If you would like to fuck the witch with me, be my guest. She believes it is good to release tension.”

Anders swallowed around the lump in his throat and stepped forward, hesitant, as he eyed Merrill’s naked form.

“...Are you okay with this, Merrill?”

Merrill groaned and tilted her head back, grimacing in annoyance. “Yes. Please. Fuck me already.”

Fenris didn't have to be told twice. His motions resumed, fucking her pussy with his fingers as his other hand went up to play with her nipple, tugging and twisting. He watched how her breath changed, quickened with each different movement as Anders pulled up his robes to take his hardening cock out. Fenris glanced at it just to ascertain its size, and a strange sort of embarrassment percolated inside him at the sight—long and veiny, just on the right side of skinny, foreskin pulled back by a calloused hand to show off the head. Fenris’ mouth watered and he had to pull himself away to focus on Merrill.

Anders settled on the floor by Merrill’s head. “How bad is your gag reflex, Merrill?” he asked.

Merrill grabbed his cock with her hand without needing to be asked, giving it short strokes. “About average, I'd say. You want to fuck my face?”

Anders groaned softly, hips bucking into her touch. Fenris pushed a third finger inside her and she mewled. “That I do,” he admitted. “Shut you right up.”

Merrill smiled. “Do it, then.”

Anders did not have to be told twice. His cock met Merrill’s lips and he pushed in, keeping her head still as he rocked his hips back and forth, soft, wanton moans of pleasure escaping him as Merrill gagged underneath him.

“Fuck,” Fenris groaned. He pulled his fingers out of her and rubbed at her clit; her thighs twitched and trembled and she spread her legs invitingly. His cock ached underneath his clothes, and he did the quickest job he could of removing his belt, pulling his leggings down and taking his cock out. Anders’ eyes wandered down to his length and they didn't go unnoticed. Fenris let out a dark laugh, glancing up at him just as he sank into Merrill’s heat. Merrill moaned around Anders’ length and he groaned, too, as he stared right back at Fenris.

For a moment, it was just the two of them and a toy in between. Fenris was pulled away from idle fantasies of fucking Anders while Merrill sucked his cock by Merrill’s legs closing around his waist, pain flaring over where her skin rubbed over his brands.

“Don't move, witch,” Fenris snapped, grabbing her legs and holding them up in the air, her buttocks raising off the floor minutely. The angle helped him sink deeper in and he moaned out as he started to fuck into her. “Ah. Yes!”

The only sounds in Merrill's house were those of sex. Merrill gagged around Anders’ length as he fucked into her throat with short, eager thrusts, never getting more than half his length inside her; Fenris let out grunts of effort as he slammed his hips against her, sinking deep into her wet heat and then pulling away until he just had the tip in; Anders moaned out and insulted Merrill under his breath, his face red with exertion and arousal.

“Maker! I'm close, fuck, witch, I am going to—”

Merrill pulled away from Anders’ cock to look up at him conspiratorially. Fenris nearly missed it, so close to orgasm, before Anders nodded and grabbed Fenris, yanking him down to the floor.

“Mage!” Fenris cried out as his cock throbbed between his legs, drooling pre-cum. His face burned. At least his orgasm hadn't been ruined, but it was still all too close for comfort. His hips bucked minutely into the air. “What was that for?”

Merrill giggled. “Oh, you sounded so cute! I just thought we could switch things around!”

Fenris growled. He had no intent to let himself get fucked by two mages, much less these two, so stupid and foolhardy… But his eyes wandered down their bodies and he realized his cock had different plans.

“...Fine,” he admitted. He looked up at Anders. “I am sure you wish to shut me up as well.”

“But I wanted your mouth!” Merrill whined.

Anders grinned wildly and helped Merrill get up as they went towards Fenris. Without thinking, Fenris settled on his knees on the floor; it was the easiest position to get to Anders’ cock in while still remaining low, and he guessed Merrill would want him to switch between them both. The idea made arousal pool low and hot in his belly, as much as he detested to admit it.

“We both want your mouth, then, Fenris,” Anders tutted, pressing his cock against Fenris’ cheek. The smug grin he wore was beyond infuriating. “You should give it to us.”

“Venhedis,” he swore breathlessly. He leaned towards Anders’ cock, taking it into his mouth; his hand wandered over to settle on Merrill’s pussy, rubbing her clit in circles as he pleased Anders with his tongue. His lips met his foreskin and he pulled it down teasingly, tongue pushing at his cockhead, eager to reveal more of his length with each movement.

Anders groaned out, hips bucking minutely, and he reached a hand to grab Fenris’ hair. “Ah, fuck, he’s got such a mouth…!” he breathed.

Merrill laughed and beckoned him down. “Shh, you’re going to upset him,” she breathed, pulling him into a kiss. Fenris looked up through his lashes to see the scene before him—Anders and Merrill made out as Fenris pleased them both, Anders’ free hand going to cup one of Merrill’s small tits. It was frantic, wanton, almost aggressive in each of their movements; how Anders’ teeth sank into Merrill’s lip, how Fenris sucked him off like he wanted to milk him dry, lips suctioning around the base of his cock, how Merrill’s hand settled over his hair, not quite petting him.

After some time, he was surprised by Merrill’s hand closing around his head and yanking him off Anders. He gasped out, gritting his teeth as he looked up at the witch, renewed hatred in his eyes.

“I am not an unruly dog for you to grab and reposition, witch,” he bit out.

Merrill giggled. “Shut up and eat me out, Fenris! You don't need to kick up a fuss over everything.”

Fenris’ face flushed darker and he seemed to hesitate for a moment, before Anders settled a hand on the nape of his neck. His head whipped around to look up at him, only for Anders to push him towards Merrill’s cunt. He growled loudly, staring daggers into the mage’s own smug gaze. He reached a hand out to wrap around Anders’ length, pulling his foreskin back as he jerked him off.

With that, Anders’ smug look disappeared and he let out a moan of surprise, hips bucking into Fenris’ hand. Fenris used his other hand to pull Anders’ hand off his neck and dug his nails into the mage’s palm as his mouth finally settled over Merrill’s cunt.

“Oh, Fenris!” she moaned, her hips bucking into his face.

Fenris licked and sucked at Merrill’s cunt messily as Anders fucked his hand. When Merrill started to tremble and her hand gripped his hair too tightly, he reached up to suck at her clit, pressing his tongue flat against it until she was cursing in Elvhen. At that, he grazed his teeth over it and she yelped—he expected her to pull him off and cuss him out for the pain and for pulling her away from her orgasm, but instead, she yowled and came against him, her clit throbbing around his lips. He moved his tongue over the nub and then down to her entrance, licking up her slick around her folds. After a few moments, her thighs trembled more and she yanked him away.

“Oh, ohh, that was perfect,” Merrill praised.

Fenris scoffed. “I did not mean to make you come by putting my teeth over your clit, I will have you know.”

Anders laughed at his words and stilled Fenris’ hand on his cock by putting one above it. “So, what, are you going to finish me off?”

Fenris rolled his eyes and stood up, taking his hand away from his length. “If you lay back and let me ride you, maybe.”

Merrill giggled at that, still riding the pleasurable wave of her orgasm. “It really is so big, isn’t it, Fenris?”

He groaned. “Don’t make his ego any worse than it has to be.”

“But it’s true!”

Anders’ pale face flushed red as he went towards the couch, sitting down and spreading his legs; his cock really was big and Fenris ached to have it inside himself.

“Mage,” Fenris started as he followed his lead, settling with one leg on either side of his waist, “can you make grease with your magic? I’d appreciate being prepared.”

Anders hummed and nodded. Merrill, meanwhile, settled next to them before she seemed to reconsider. Fenris could sense the Fade around them as Anders made some grease.

“How about you turn around so I can suck you too, Fenris?”

Fenris’ cock throbbed in interest at the idea and he obeyed, turning so his back was to Anders’ torso, his feet pressing against the backrest of the couch. Merrill got on her knees on the wooden floor to take his cock in her mouth and he let out a soft grunt, resisted the urge to grab her hair and face-fuck her with no mercy. He didn’t want to come too soon, so he had to focus on other things, like how Anders’ hand went between his ass cheeks to slip one finger inside, cool and sticky with grease. He let out a soft gasp and relaxed, grinding back into it.

“Yeah, that’s good,” Fenris breathed out. One hand settled on Anders’ knee as the other went down to play with Merrill’s hair, not tugging her up and down, just fiddling with the dark strands. He turned minutely to glance back at Anders. “You can go faster, you know? I am not made of porcelain.”

Anders huffed and pushed a second finger in—the stretch burned momentarily before leaving only pleasure behind. Anders leaned forward to bite onto Fenris’ shoulder and he moaned, hips bucking into Merrill as he was scissored open by Anders’ long fingers.

“If you keep being a nuisance, I’ll make you come before you get me inside you, Fenris,” Anders threatened.

“Pfah, worse for you,” he spat back. “I can live without another mage cock inside me, but you’d have to jerk yourself off to completion.”

Merrill hummed around Fenris’ cock, her tongue wrapping around the cockhead as she licked just where his foreskin once was. He moaned out, hips twitching as Anders’ fingers crooked just right inside him, hitting the spot that made his thighs tremble and tense up.

“Fasta vass, mage, fuck! Get another finger inside,” he demanded.

Anders laughed into his skin and teased his teeth over his shoulder as he pressed a third finger inside. The stretch burned more, but it was nothing, really, he could deal with it. He pressed himself down into his preparation, Anders’ fingers going deep inside, to the knuckle, and only then did Anders pull away. He cleaned off his fingers on Fenris’ thigh, leaving it sticky with grease, and he growled at the small indignity of it. He raised his hips up and reached a hand back to find Anders’ cock, grabbing it and sliding it against his lubricated hole. After a few moments, he relaxed and sank down on it just as Merrill teased her tongue along the tip of his own cock.

“Venhedis,” he hissed out as Anders’ cock stretched him open pleasurably, shuddering as he buried himself to the hilt. “Your length really is obscene, mage. You are nothing but a brute, with this thing between your legs.”

Anders laughed breathlessly, hands ghosting over Fenris’ hips before he had a bit more confidence and clung to it properly, fingers digging right between two brands. “You must like brutes, then, Fenris.”

“Just when they can hit that sp–ah, fuck, Merrill!” he hissed out, hips bucking at the same time as Anders moved himself to push himself further inside him, the pleasure making Fenris’ knees weak.

Merrill hummed around his cock and let out a little laugh, pulling off with a wet pop. They started to find a rhythm then, Merrill licking around Fenris’ cock as he started to ride Anders, sliding back and forth on his cock, angling himself until he found just the spot to make himself see stars.

The show was filthy. Fenris’ cock leaked pre-cum as he chased his orgasm, Merrill’s tongue darting out of her mouth to lick over the head, tasting him. Fenris kept his hands on Anders’ knees to balance himself while he rode his fat cock, clenching around him when Merrill pressed her tongue flat over the underside of his cock, tracing the veins.

“Fasta vass, I can't, going to,” he hissed out. “Merrill, fuck, pull away and jerk me off, want to come on your face!”

Merrill giggled and pressed a kiss to his cockhead before obeying, one hand wrapping around his length and starting to pump it as she aimed it right towards her face.

“Ohh, Maker, Fenris, your hole, you feel so…”

“Shut, ah, shut up, mage,” he panted out as his hips bucked and grinded down, either getting Anders’ cock pressing right against his prostate or pushing forward into Merrill’s warm, slick hand. It only took a couple more of these movements until he was coming, eyes rolling back as he spilled all over Merrill’s face, her cheeks, her nose, her lips, her open mouth. His entrance clenched around Anders as he climaxed; Anders fucked into him in a couple stuttering thrusts before he came as well, filling him up with his spend.

Fenris groaned out, overwhelmed, his body twitching with the revelation of just how good it felt to fuck these mages he detested. And he hadn't even gotten to do it all—Anders’ mouth hadn't wrapped around his prick, nor had he gotten to fuck him, and he hadn't fucked Merrill’s sweet, perky ass, and…

Merrill laughed and settled next to them on the couch. “You want to do this again, Fenris?”

Fenris growled lowly and pulled himself off Anders, clenching his pelvic muscles to keep most of it inside him as he pulled his leggings back on. He was indecent like this, surely, but he preferred to drip cum into his pants as opposed to a house he was a guest in. He fumbled with his clothes and turned to check on the others; Anders was licking Fenris’ cum off Merrill’s face, and his body burned at the image. He was too spent to go for another round, but by how Anders slipped his hand between Merrill’s legs, he guessed that was not the case for them.

“Mages really are depraved perverts,” he said, more to himself than anyone else.

Anders barked out a laugh. “I'll take that as you wanting to hook up again, Fenris.” Before he could reply, he pulled Merrill into a kiss and she moaned into his mouth while humping his hand.

Fenris finished getting dressed as they continued playing together. A part of him wished to stay there, to watch and join in once he'd recovered from his orgasm, but he'd had quite enough for the night.

“...Yes,” he said as Merrill rode Anders’ fingers.

She whipped her head around to face him. “Wuh? What is it, Fenris?”

“Yes, I'd like to do this again,” he said, his voice more sure.

Anders leaned down to kiss Merrill’s neck, licking over her throat. “Good, because I still need you to fuck me.”

Fenris laughed and opened the door, leaving them to their own devices. At least he could count on a fiery night of passion to follow them once again, the next time Hawke took them to a job together or the afterparty of a Hanged Man meeting ended up at Merrill’s house.

He left the Alienage with easy steps towards the stairs that led to Hightown, his body lighter with this release of tension, in more ways than one.