A/N: Another Fenris/F!Hawke pairing. I couldn't help it. Because there are already enough of these stories that retell the game, this starts in Act III. It's AU. Because I'm a fan of it. Lol Hope you guys enjoy. This one is going to take a dark turn in the future. It's rated him for smut and other adult content. You've been warned. ;3

"Heavy in Your Arms"

Who is the betrayer?
Who's the killer in the crowd?
The one who creeps in corridors
And doesn't make a sound

-"Heavy in Your Arms" by Florence and the Machine

Not once did he think that he would be repeating the acts that Danarius had him do but as he slumped to his knees, Fenris stared up at the vision of beauty before him. Another mage had taken his will power from him. The disturbing thought was that he had in fact, let her. Lily Hawke stared down at him. She brought her hands down and her finger tips lightly grazed the skin of his jaw. Light electricity scaled the contours of his face before slowly dissipating. He didn't dare to think of where she had learned that. His calloused hands slowly crawled up her legs, around her thighs and they trailed to the soft skin near the burning heat that he wanted a taste of. He dipped head towards her sex. He rubbed his cheek against the soft skin of her inner thighs. He listened carefully as her breath hitched. His fingers were the first to explore her. His tongue was next. His fingers gripped onto her curvaceous thighs to keep her standing as his tongue darted in and out of her. A soft moan escaped her before he pulled back. Fenris trailed kisses across her abdomen.

"Stand up," she whispered. He did as she commanded. His hands never left her. His lips caught one of her breast and she leaned into him. He nibbled gently at the sensitive area. "Oh Fenris," she moaned. Yes. He liked the way she said his name. It was like the sweetest treat a man could receive. Her luscious lips curved into a smirk as she purred his name again. He lifted her body up and she wrapped her legs around him as she helped guide his fullness into her body. Her hips bucked against him before he pressed her against the wall. Her small frame fit perfectly against him as he balanced her there before moving himself out of her and thrusting back inside. The motion became natural. Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulder. He called out her name and that was when he could remember.

Warmth. The heat of the sun enveloped him. The smell of the sea washed over him and he smiled. "Leto!" That was his name. He turned his head to look at the small red haired child sitting next to him. Varania was her name. She looked happy. Was he happy? "Look!" She pointed off into the distance. Ships had covered the horizon. He did not recognize him but a child like sense of fascination had taken over. He scrambled to his feet. He wanted a closer look. Firm but gentle hands seated him back down. He turned his head the other way and tilted it upwards to see the woman standing there. Her smile was radiant. He wanted to ask if she was an angel but he knew the answer already.

"Now, now my children," she started. She spoke softly like any mother would. Her matching green eyes had taken a glow. "We mustn't venture closer." She looked past them at the ships again. Fenris thought she knew secrets of what was to come. He envied her. He wanted to be her. "Come now," she said, "Let us go to the gardens." She smiled again as Varania had let out a girlish giggle. Their mother ran her fingers through his hair and hummed a tune that he would not hear until later.

It was the same tune that Lily sung before she drifted into sleep. They said that the Maker workd in mysterious ways. Not once did he think that he'd be back in the arms of a mage yet here he was. He closed his eyes for a brief moment. He could have lived like they were forever and not regret a moment. He had been tired of running, which had been something that Lily had known. He opened his eyes to look back at her. His next strained slightly but the view was worth it. She wore nothing but the shirt had had previously worn that day when she clung to him as if her life depended on him. Sometimes he thought that it did. She was more fragile than she let on and he had taken the role of her protector. It hadn't been his choice at first but he knew someone had to.

Her fool of a brother only worried about himself. He wanted to step out of the proverbial shadow that she had casted down upon him so long ago in their younger years so she had let him. After the Deep Roads Expedition, she had said her good-byes. The others did not wish to see her go and even offered to leave the city with her, but she would not hear of it. He was the only one that she could not convince otherwise and that had only been because he had followed her. He was still an escaped slave on the run, and she an apostate who had led him to strange places but yet they had been wonderful at the same time.

His arms wrapped around her and his fingers stroked her skin. Night had fallen and the noises of the city could be heard. Yes, sometimes they visited. They had even helped with the Qunari problem when Carver had become Champion of Kirkwall. Lily had helped track down the man that had killed their mother. To Fenris's surprise, not once did her younger brother blame her for the death of Leandra. Maybe there had been progress after all. It wasn't like they were completely out of the others lives. Lily just understood what her brother wanted and she being the sister that she was allowed him to have it. He turned his head slightly to look at her. A small smile took over his features as he looked at her.

In their little home they were safe. At least he thought. Fenris's ears perked up when he heard movement outside. He woke Lily up. "Get dressed," he told her. She looked at him confused for a moment but then quickly understood. She pulled her robes on quickly and had her staff in hand. Fenris grabbed his sword just in time for their unwelcome visitors to barge in. One by one the two worked together to overcome them but it wasn't enough soon it was them who were outnumber. Fenris used his phasing powers to get out of their grasp but they had Lily. His heart pounded against his chest. "Let her go," he growled at them. He made a motion to move but froze in his steps as a voice spoke. It was a voice that he had hoped not to hear in his life ever again…but it was also a voice he knew that he should have expected sooner or later.

"My little wolf." Fenris cringed. "Don't make any hasty movements or the lovely woman will die, and in the most painful way while you watch. It would be such a shame to do so, don't you think?" Danarius came into view. His face was more sunken in that Fenris had remembered. His skin sagged off of his face. His gray hair was coarse, almost like straw. It was the toll that blood magic took on a mage. Fear gripped him but he didn't allow it to show. "Drop the sword."

"Let her go," he countered.

Danarius let out a small laugh. "Now Fenris," he started. He tilted his head to the side for a moment and a wicked smile had taken over. "Sweeten the deal and she will not be harmed."

Fenris's eyebrows furrowed together. "What do you want?" He asked the question that he had already known the answer to.

"You," his former master simply told him. No. This couldn't be happening. He had fallen asleep without realizing it and the Fade had decided to play a cruel joke on him. This was just a dream. He would wake up soon and be lying in his comfortable bed with his woman in his arms.

"I never wanted these filthy markings Danarius but I will not let you kill me to get them," he spat at him. Danarius laughed, with each time he did so Fenris could feel his stomach churn. "I won't let you kill her either."

"How little you know, my pet," the magister said. "What is it to be?"

Fenris hesitated as he looked at Lily. She shook her head. "Don't do it," she told him, "You are a free man. You are not in his chains." He watched as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Please don't do this," she begged him. He felt his shoulders slump and he dropped his sword. Lily looked like she was ready to attack to defend him but one of the men holding her hit the back of her next with the hilt of his sword with such force he knocked her out.

"No!" He screamed.

"Don't worry," Danarius started, "She will wake up soon enough but we will be long gone…unless you wish it otherwise."

The elf whirled around to look at the mage. "I…" He was at a loss for words. "Very well. I will go but…" He looked back at Lily's body on the ground. "Do not harm her and I will not fight."

"Agreed."

That was it then. The men started to leave his home and he hung his head before he followed Danarius. He turned to look back at Lily. When she woke, he hoped that she realized he had done this for her.

Sun flooded her home and Lily woke with a start. Mind blast erupted from her and she heard an 'oomph' as someone crashed into the wall. Oops. "Fenris!" She screamed for him. Her eyes frantically darted around the room. She looked to see who was in her home with her and saw Varric. "Oh! Makers breath!" She cried before she scrambled to her feet to check on him. Her small hands gripped onto his arms as she pulled him up into a sitting position. "Varric! I'm so sorry!" The dwarf rubbed his head and let out a small groan.

"That wasn't the kind of welcome that I was expecting," he told her before giving her a small smirk. Joking as always but Lily wanted to tell him that now wasn't the time for jokes. She wanted to know if she had hurt him but it didn't seem that way. Lucky for the dwarf, magic didn't really faze him. "But it's nice to see you too." He looked around. "Where's the elf?" Realization dawned upon her and she crumbled. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Memories of the previous night came back to her in a rushing wave. "They took him," she sobbed before pulling back. She brought up her hands and fiercely wiped at her eyes. "I have to get him back. I have to save him. I…"

"Hawke, you're not making any sense," Varric said and shook his head, "Calm down. Take a breather. What happened?"

"We were ambushed," she told him as she slowly tried to regain her composure, "Danarius. Oh Maker. He found us. Fenris went with him to save me. What a stupid fool. We have to save him Varric. We have to. Please." Lily looked at her friend and saw the shocked there.

"He didn't…" Lily wasn't sure if she was going to like what was going to come out of his mouth next. She paused and eyed him carefully. She mentally tried to brace herself for what was next.

"What?" She asked.

"A man stopped by the Hawke Estate," he told her, "No one knew who he was but he said he had information about Fenris's family. Carver… he told him where you were." Her whole body went numb. Good intentions or not, her brother had been the one that gave away where they were. Logically, she knew that she shouldn't blame him. It wasn't his fault for not knowing but how could he be so stupid to tell a stranger? So much for the Champion of Kirkwall protecting all of its citizens, but then again, it was her who had walked away…but for him. She didn't want to think logically though she knew what she had to do. If Fenris thought leaving would save her, she would return the favor by saving him. "I don't like that look you're giving me."

"I'm going to find Carver," she told him, "Come with me or not. Maker be damned if anyone stops me."