Ok everyone, this is it! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I have a new prompt for the boys lined, up and I'll hopefully be starting it on Thursday. Enjoy!

"Are you sure?" Hawke asked as he looked over his lover's body. "I mean, you look great chained up, and I can think of a number of things I'd like to do to you right now. But we can always recreate this if the need be."

"What's in the bag that Isabela left you?"

"Hm, let me see." The warrior bent down to pick up the pack and started rummaging around inside of it. That naughty pirate, he thought. With a smile he walked back over to his lover and kissed him roughly on the lips. "Other than the visible injuries, you look good like this, Anders. Chained and just aching to be fucked by me. You had me so worried today; I had no idea if I'd ever see you again. They took you, and now I need to reclaim you as my own."

The mage thrust his body forward the best he could to regain contact with the other man. Hungrily, he locked their lips and parted his own to allow the warrior's tongue entrance. While ravaging his mouth, Hawke slid his hands down his lover's body and worked apart the belts and straps of his robe. Once he got his trousers unlaced, he pulled them down quickly, along with his smalls, past his knees. Hawke pulled back away from him, and smiled when he heard Anders moan in disapproval. But he only did it because he needed to step back and get his armor off. He did it quickly, as not to make the other man wait, and he went back over to the pack to grab the first item.

"We're going to do something a little different today, Darling," he said as he pulled a thick black scrap of cloth from the bag.

"Are you going to blindfold me? We've done that before."

"True," Hawke said as he wrapped the cloth around his lover's head, completely taking away his sight. "But we're going to be adding a few new things to the routine." With that, he kissed the blonde on the side of his mouth and went to grab the next item. He brought it back to Anders and held it close to his face. "Tell me, what is this?"

"It-it smells like leather," the mage said.

"Very good, Darling," the warrior said with a smile moving the item in his hand down lower. With a flick of his wrist, he smacked the leather hard against Anders' left hip which caused the mage to flinch and yelp. "Now tell me what it is."

"Whip. Crop. Fuck I don't care, do it again."

Hawke bit his lip and smiled. "I'm sorry, was that a command?"

"No, Love, I'm sorry. Please, please Archie, do it again. I'm yours…only yours."

The dark-haired man smacked him again, over and over, each time finding somewhere new for the leather to make contact. Anders groaned and flinched every time it touched him, and, had it not been for his erection, Hawke would have been worried he was going too far. After several minutes, the warrior stopped and went back over to the bag. This time, he simply dumped the rest of the contents onto the ground near the mage's feet.

"Archer, please fuck me, Love. I'm aching for it."

"Let's see," Hawke said as he grabbed a vial of oil. He coated a few fingers in the viscous fluid, and kneeled down by his lover's feet. Reaching between his legs, he slid a few fingers, one by one, inside of the other man, causing Anders' knees to go weak. He thrust his fingers in and out and scissored them to stretch his hole. After pressing into his prostate several times, he pulled his fingers out and stood up to press himself up against the other man, silencing his moans with a kiss.

"Anders, you need to be quiet," the warrior said after pulling back. "I love hearing you, but you're going to wake up all the fucking spiders left in this cave with all your howling."

"You know I have zero ability to shut up when you're doing something like that to me. That was only your fingers, too. How am I going to manage with your big, thick cock up my arse?" He groaned at the thought and lunged forward, desperate for their lips to lock once more. But Hawke had moved, and Anders sent his tongue straight into the other man's ear instead.

"Oh Maker, tongue, Anders," Hawke said with a chuckle while wiping his ear off. He got back down on his knees and grabbed the crop. "I wasn't going to fuck you that way anyway."

"What?"

The warrior poured some of the oil onto the grip of the crop, and then he positioned it up against his lover's hole. Slowly, he pushed it in until he reached the hilt, and then he pulled it back out all the way. Anders moaned and whined as Hawke started to work the leather in and out of him faster and faster, and eventually, he got so loud that his lover was forced to stop. The dark haired man let go of the crop and commanded the other man to hold it in place. Anders clinched the muscles of his rectum around it, and waited for what was to come next.

"If you can't keep quiet, I'll have to silence you myself," Hawke said as he grabbed another item. He brought it up to his lover's lips, and Anders instinctively parted them, allowing the ball gag to slide in easily between his teeth. The warrior tied the straps back around his head and kissed the mage's neck several times, nipping the flesh before he finally tore away. "You're such a good boy, Anders. Let me show you just how much I love you."

He got back down on his knees and took the crop back in his right hand. He worked it in and out once more, this time at a far more brutal pace than he'd kept up before. His lips sunk down over Anders' neglected cock, and he slid down nearly all the way to the base, encompassing the length in his warm, wet mouth. The blonde's groans were muffled behind the ball, but it was easy to tell just how much he was enjoying it. Hawke used his free hand to cup and massage his lover's balls, and only a few minutes passed before he could feel his lover tensing up. Hawke knew exactly what he had to do to send his lover over the edge. Where most men would absolutely hate it, Anders loved a little pain, so the warrior grazed his teeth along the sensitive flesh as he pressed all the way down one last time. The mage groaned loudly, his entire body going rigid, and he came into his lover's mouth.

Hawke did his best to swallow the bitter and salty fluid, and he pulled himself back, releasing both his lover's cock and the crop. He set the leather down by the bag and got up to undo the ball gag and the blindfold. Anders smiled wide when he regained sight of the man he loved. He lunged forward to kiss him once more, tongue pressing roughly into his lover's mouth so he could relish at the taste of himself. The warrior embraced him the best he could and ended their heated kiss with several softer ones.

Hawke helped his lover get dressed once more, and he put his armor back on. After several attempts to make a rogue out of himself and pick the locks on the cuffs, he'd all but given up, and he decided to just cut the chains with his sword. They'd have to see a blacksmith once they got back to Hightown, but he'd rather do that now than spend another minute in that cave, which was growing darker as the natural light was fading. He was so utterly relieved that the mage was safe, and he couldn't do anything but hold him close on their entire walk home. And he was more than certain that Anders would not be leaving his sight in the days to come.

"I'm still going to kill Isabela for doing this. I thought I'd lost you," he said as they made their way back to town.

"Don't be too hard on her, Love. I can't be too upset after the results."