Hm… this ended on a darker note than I’d intended, but given the context of the AU, it makes sense to me.
About 2700 words, bringing this fic up to longer than Nautilus and Haspenald.
Cingulomania, Part 5 The rest of the world could have been pulled into the Void and Fenris would not have heard. All of his focus existed solely for Anders – his voice, his breathing, the sounds of his movement behind him. The chair back creaked and the chair rocked back just enough to lift its front legs a hairsbreadth off the floor before it dropped again.
“Fenris…” The chair rose and dropped again. He knew that if he looked up, he would see Anders’ fingers clasped over its top edge, gripping it to make it rise and fall that way. Even that was too close.
“Stop!” He rose without thought for what he would do next, stamping a foot down on the seat to keep Anders from toppling over with the chair when Fenris’ weight was gone.
Anders peered over the chair back at him, his hair loose around his face and sticking up wildly in the back, his eyes too shiny from the drug, and the expression of hope he wore left Fenris torn between wanting to flee and wanting to give him everything he had been begging for. Then he dropped his eyes from Fenris’ face to his groin, and Fenris’ emotions shifted to embarrassment mixed with defiance.
Yes, Anders’ pleading had made him hard. Yes, he had unlaced his leathers because it had made him that hard.
So… yeah… I don’t have this posted on AO3 yet. If you want to read it on my LJ or DW, I can link it.
I did say I needed a lighter fill after Alexithymia. Lengthwise, this is along the lines of Haspenald, I think. This installment (not chapters this time) is about 4200 words.
I’m just going to c/p from my author’s note from the meme.
An advance note that while this is taking place immediately after Alexithymia, and Anders is still completely off-balance from what happened, the drug being used is essentially a super-version of real world MDMA, which, as a happy coincidence, has real world applications in treatment of PTSD. The most relevant part would be its effect in anxiety reduction.
I have no intention of this being a therapeutic interlude for Anders. He won’t be “all better” when he comes down, but neither will the experience be injurious. Mostly, I just needed something a bit less angsty after that last fill.
Although now I’m thinking that as soon as he gets together with Zevran again he’s going to be asking about the Crows’ training in resisting poisons. Very intently.
Cingulomania, Part 1 They were just supposed to retrieve “two things” from Anders’ clinic, that was the agreement.
Fenris leaned against the wall by the clinic door, arms crossed over his chest while he watched Anders with “just one” patient and then “just one more” and then “but she really needs my help, we’ll go after this one.”