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"Where are you taking me?" Anders snapped, putting in a passable effort to pull against your hold without actually breaking free. You knew how much he was holding back. He was deceptively strong, normally able to maneuver you around with ease, but his resistance was just enough to leave you both flushed with the suggestion of it as you struggled down the hidden alleyway towards the clinic.
"Away." You growled, or at least tried to. If it sounded stupid he didn't say anything. In fact, he hissed at the sound, stilling in your grip for a moment before remembering he was supposed to argue back.
"Right— because that tells me a whole lot. You have a real way with words there. Have you considered writing? Or maybe Oratory? Could really draw a crowd—"
You yanked hard, pulling him off balance enough to box him into a nearby wall, "You'd like that wouldn't you— a crowd gathered around to watch you on your knees for me?" Anders didn't even pretend to hold back his grin, his excitement bubbling up at you trying to fumble your way through this fantasy of his.
"You wouldn't rather have me all to yourself?" He teased back.
Bringing your lips just above his, you hissed in reply, "As if I'd let anyone else touch you."
"Well, at least I now know you plan to have your way with me. Here I was thinking you were just going to turn me in. Or is that for after you've gotten your fill?" There was a deep venom in his words, but the way he drove his hips into yours seeking friction fuelled your hunger so fiercely you almost gave into him then and there.
"Never." You swore, grazing his lips with your own without sealing the kiss, then trailing over his jaw and down his neck with each phrase uttered, "I'm going to take you away— from all this. Where no one, not even the Templars, can find you. I'm going to keep you, Anders. I will never be through with you."
Anders tugged on your hands again, enough to force you to pin him down against the nearby wall to regain your hold. A difficult task, considering you hadn't tied him up with anything— but that could come later. Pressed against him like this, you couldn't help yourself. You transferred his hands into one of your own, holding his thin wrists high above his head while your other hand worked under his waist band. You felt Anders seize, then lean into your touch, contrasting his words.
"So I'm supposed to be grateful to you for kidnapping me, is that what you think?"
"Grateful?" You shrugged, leaning in closer to breathe along his jaw again, addicted to the feel of his stubble along your sensitive lips, "Probably not. Not when I'm finished with you. But you have to admit, it does thrill you to think about." To prove your point, you dipped your fingers even lower, slipping just barely past his clit to feel the wetness pooling between his legs in confirmation that you are, in fact, correct. He stifled a moan, but the redness rising up from under his collar more than gave him away. You gathered some of that wetness to circle back around his clit in a few teasing passes before slipping your hand from his pants, cleaning him off you with your tongue, drunk already off the flavour of him. You were rewarded with a breathless laugh as he watched your fingers disappear between your lips.
When you kissed him, he only moaned, grinding his hips against yours for some kind of closeness. "Don't tempt me." He sighed between kisses, letting the both of you slip into that feeling for a moment before a nip at your lip signalled for you to continue the little charade.