A kitty!Anders h/c drabble inspired by @stormdragon, @therealmnemo, @greensphynx and the rest of you weirdos :L
  The door opened and shut quietly enough but Fenris still heard it, briefly sitting up and tensing as he always did, instinctively. The sound of booted footfalls that followed, only one person, and the tapping of what had to be a stave relaxed him however as he realized who it was.
  Fenris sat back in his chair then, the book he had been reading still in his grasp but mostly forgotten. He listened, attentively, as the feet made their way towards his bathroom and his lips curled into a small smile. Clearly the mage meant to stay the night then, if he had gone to bathe.
  Knowing it could be some time given the amount of grime one accumulated when living in Darktown Fenris turned the page in the book and resumed reading. Still his ears twitched whenever he heard a particularly loud splash.
  Eventually the pair of feet made their way to the door to his room but even when the door opened Fenris ignored them, pretending, poorly, as if he had not heard them.
  Bare feet pattered across his floors and he smiled, even as he turned another page. Not that it mattered- He had not truly been reading ever since Anders had stepped inside his home.
  The feet stopped next to his chair, just barely on the edge of his field of vision and it took all of the willpower he possessed not to turn around and look at Anders. Instead he turned another page and hummed thoughtfully to himself as if he had just read something thought-provoking.
  Slowly Anders dropped to the floor into a kneeling position. Fenris watched, then, as his arms snaked into his lap and he dropped his ears and collar.
  Fenris smirked and set his book down, picking up the velvet headband with its soft cat ears as Anders shuffled around in order to kneel before him. His head was bowed and Fenris leaned forward in order to carefully place the band on his head, adjusting it until it sat just right.
  âChin up,â he murmured and Anders obeyed, though his eyes remained downcast.
  Fenris paused, even as he held the collar in his hand. Slowly, carefully, he wrapped it around Anders throat, buckling it before sitting back.
  This was usually the point where Anders would give him a naughty look and then turn around so that Fenris could place his tail plug. All he did, however, was lower his head. His hands lay neatly in his lap, rather than roaming as they normally did and Fenris could not shake the feeling that he looked exhausted.
  âKitten?âHe asked, trying not to let his uncertainty leak into his voice and sure that he had failed.
  âYes, ser?â Anders asked, still not looking up at him. Lowered eyes had never been a rule, the idea being too close to what Fenris had experienced in Tevinter for comfort and frankly he was suddenly worried about the way his lover was acting.
  âDo you want to play?â He tried to keep his voice soft though comforting tones did not come naturally to him. But Anders had told him that he liked his voice, and if there was one thing he had appreciated about the mage it was his honesty.
  Before him Anders remained kneeling, appearing to mull over his response in his head before finally, slowly, replying, âIf you wish, ser.â
  Fenrisâ mouth set into a grim line. Why would Anders have wanted to start this game, if he clearly did not wish for sex?
  âMay we go to the bed, ser?â He asked and Fenris nodded, though he still felt uneasy. He got up and at the last moment grabbed his book before making his way to the bed, Anders slinking behind him.
  He settled himself against the headboard, trying to formulate his rejection in his head. He did not wish to hurt Anders, not in this way at least, but he refused to have sex with a person who clearly did not wish to.
  Just as he was about to open his mouth, however, Anders moved onto the bed, settling his head in his lap and curling one arm around his thigh. Fenris waited, so certain that he knew what Anders was going to do next, but the man just closed his eyes and sighed quietly.
  Fenris looked over him, taking in his body and the way he was dressed. He was naked, save for his ears, his collar and a pair of panties from which a tail hung. He paused, never having seen that particular item of clothing before. They had always used Andersâ plug before and the thought that this was not at all about sex suddenly occurred to him.
  Slowly he moved his hand down, stroking over Andersâ hair. The man made a small noise and nuzzled into Fenrisâ lap slightly, his grasp around Fenrisâ thigh briefly tightening before relaxing again.
  âKitten,â Fenris said, voice still quiet, âYouâre so soft.â
  Slowly Anders opened his eyes, looking up into Fenrisâ for the first time that evening. The elf was struck by just how exhausted he looked, and then watched in horror as Andersâ eyes suddenly grew wet and glassy looking.
  Though internally panicking he kept his voice quiet and murmured, âSuch a good Kitten,so soft and sweet.â It was nonsense, babble, but it caused Anders to close his eyes and nestle closer against him.
  Fenris did not know what he happened to cause him such distress nor had he realized, until that moment, just how much these games had meant to Anders. Though he occasionally pretended otherwise he liked the fun of it, chasing Anders and punishing him for being naughty. It was silly, ridiculous, but he still enjoyed himself immensely. The sex, too, was incredible.
  Though he was not good with comforting other people still he wished to try. For Anders he would try.
  âKitten,â he said and though it took him a second Anders finally opened his eyes and looked up at him. Fenris found himself at a loss, suddenly, but still managed to croak out, âYou are the best cat a man could ask for.â
  Anders stared at him for a moment before a small smile graced his face, his eyes crinkling slightly. He opened his mouth as if to say something before suddenly making a small âprrpâ noise and then nuzzling against Fenrisâ leg again. It was silly and sweet and though it was entirely unexpected Fenris felt his heart fill with warmth.
  After a moment he moved to pick up his book, opening it to the page he had been reading when Anders had first come but then moved one hand back to the mageâs head, stroking his hair. They remained like that for some time, the only sounds the crackle of the fire in the hearth and Fenris occasionally murmuring some compliment to him. He continued to do so, even after Anders had fallen asleep, curled around him, the bleak expression on his face having been replaced with a small smile.
