So this is something different then my usual stories. I hope you guys enjoy. This first chapter is a little sad I wont lie. But the next is better. Please read and review. I love your feedback!

Warnings: Violence. A kind of rape ( you'll understand when you read it ), Hawke/Danarius. Hawke/ Fenris.

Chapter 1

" Ah, Garrett, you came. I didn't think you had the time for me anymore, what with all your wealth and Orlesian parties. Please, sit. I've missed you."

" Danarius, I've only been gone for a few weeks. I'm sure you didn't even notice." Hawke sat himself by the man after pouring his own cup of tea. He never liked the idea of being served. Even when Danarius constantly argued for him to let the servants do their job. " So tell me, what has happened in Tavinter since I left? Has someone caught your eye. Has the powerful Danarius finally fallen prey to a woman? " Hawke teased his dark-haired friend. Trying to remember why they were even friends. The only thing they truly had in common was that they were blood mages, and wealthy, and both esteemed men, especially in Tavinter. The boat that had docked for Kirkwall last year had taken the wrong turn. There had been a storm, the waters had whisked them away... Hawke and his family had built a life here in Tavinter quite easily. Hawke being a powerful mage was accepted with open arms. Danarius had taken him into care, trained him along with other magisters'. Carver and Leandra and the dog Stella all got proper housing and care while Hawke moved in with Danarius. He supposed he should be grateful that one of the most prestigious persons of the city had invited him into his home. Still sometimes- the majority of the times they had nothing in common.

" That won't ever happen Rett. You know I like men." Danarius had his hair down today and it flowed around his face. His eyes were lusty and dangerous. The mage flicked his hands and Hawke dropped his tea onto the floor as magic forced him to lie back on the couch.

Danarius didn't seem to care about the cup or the mess, a servant or slave would pick it up later. Danarius had other things to worry about.

Hawke may be a mage, but going against the very person who taught you was difficult. He found himself shaking and breathing heavy as Danarius spread his knees apart and crawled over him. " Dee, don't, we've discussed this. "

Hawke was slowly finding the power to fight Danarius, but remembered this man guarded his family, kept them safe as well as himself. " It's been a long day." Hawke chewed his cheek and bit his tongue to draw blood in case he needed it to defend himself.

" We've discussed for too long. I want you Garrett Hawke and I'll take you. Unless you want your family on the streets, you better pucker your lips for me. I've been waiting too long. Since you've left I've been missing you too much. My slaves aren't always good in bed. Some of them bite, but you Garrett. I want to feel you. I will feel you. "

" Do not threaten me Dee. I will defend myself, you know I can beat you. " Hawke was already summoning spells in his head. He was a powerful enough mage to do this without the aid of his staff or Lyrium, it was all in the blood and will. He squinted at Danarius and set his jaw.

Danarius was straddling him and trying to pull off his shirt. Hawke knew they were friends and he knew that he was handsome and probably drove Dee mad leaving all the time, then coming back with bigger muscles and longer, scruffier beards. Hawke always took on missions. Charity missions in a sense. He saved many people. Protected many. Danarius didn't always like that Hawke was such a morally right person. That Hawke was humane.

Hawke put his hands on the older mans shoulders and began to struggle to push him off. Yes Hawke was strong, but he was in a vulnerable position and had a lot at stake.

It was at this point that a white- haired elf with chains at his feet, a collar at his neck, and tight- constricting almost dangerously tight leather pants that was likely cutting off circulation strolled in without a shirt for his Master's enjoyment. Hawke snarled.

He really hated slavery. He could not fight it here, not outright in Tavinter where it was such a normal thing that he'd get arrested and have his family murdered for any rebellion. His wealth and power meant nothing when he went against the laws. And if his family did die, who would help the slaves then? Hawke had to be their voice, their defender. Slaves did not have educations' they could not properly defend themselves against a country. Hawke showed a sadness in his eyes when he saw the scars on the elf's back. Danarius was cruel. Danarius saw the flash of sympathy and used it against Hawke.

" Fine I wont threaten you anymore, I'll threaten him. " Danarius removed his magic and swung it over to the elf. Choking the small man with force magic, just because he could. Hearing the whimpers and gasps for breath and seeing the elf be lifted as if an invisible noose was around his neck pulling him from the ground was too much. Hawke would rather sacrifice himself then have an innocent killed or harmed.

" Let him go, please. " Hawke's tone was desperate.

Danarius wouldn't give in that easy. He loved torturing Fenris and Hawke. Hawke deserved it for having left him. Danarius kept up the choking and even threw fire to the elf's feet. Little fireballs just to torture. Hawke heard the screams and lost it. " Stop it ! Danarius !" His friend would only be distracted by one thing. Hawke knew the sacrifice would be worth it. If Danarius got what he wanted he'd stop.

Hawke swallowed his pride and grabbed the mage's face and turned it towards him to plant a sloppy kiss on the evil man's mouth. He moved his hands under Danarius's shirt and even wrapped his legs around the man's back. All to distract. The magic stopped and Danarius moaned as his hands went down to Hawke's waistband. The elf fell to the ground. Hawke flung healing magic at the elf as he put his hands down Danarius's pants. He heard Danarius moan and that made Hawke know he had won. So maybe he'd be raped, but that was better then seeing an innocent die. Hawke let Danarius kiss his neck and pull off his pants. He didn't make any sounds besides a few groans of faked pleasure when necessary to sell it to Danarius. As the man kissed him he watched the elf. The elf got to see this. Had to sit and watch and endure. The poor man. Hawke flung a healing aura over him as Danarius on his earlobe and rubbed Hawke's shaft. Muttering words Hawke could care less about, like, " Fuck yes, Garrett." And other mumbles of praise. " So sexy, so big. " Hawke could've cried but he held it together for the elf. If Danarius took everything out on him, then the elf wouldn't get raped and beaten that night. The difference between Hawke being raped and Fenris being raped would be that Danarius would not care about the elf's pleasure, he did care about Hawke's. So Hawke let the man enter him without lubrication.

The blighted masochist that Danarius was refused to lubricate. More pain meant more pleasure. Hawke didn't even scream though he only grunted and looked at Danarius.

Fenris regained his composure when the stranger threw healing magic at him. He had never felt such goodness in him. Not for years. He looked down his feet had been charred but, now they were turning pale again from the healing magic. A part of Fenris was a little irritated that someone had saved him. Death would have meant freedom. But, another part of Fenris was thankful the stranger had saved him. Fenris would rather kill himself and forsake the Maker with suicide then die by Danarius's hands. He thanked the stranger over and over in his head. Blessing him inwardly for coming to his aid. A human mage had saved him, how peculiar. Fenris was so curious now to find out more about this stranger, this savior that he couldn't turn away from the rape that was happening before his eyes.

He recognized the lackluster performance the stranger was giving. The man was faking there was no doubt. Fenris knew he had performed the same quite a few times just to survive. Fenris also recognized a shred of sadness in the stranger's eyes as they bore into his. Why was this man upset? No human ever showed concern for a slave before. Never in Tavinter anyway. This human was changing Fenris's perspective on everything. He had planned to run away at the end of the week. He had been stealing money from his master and stashing it away every so often. Whenever Danarius was drunk and couldn't see. He had the coin to leave, but not the courage, not yet. Even if he ran from Danarius, that would not be the hardest part. Tavinter was a city filled with slaver mages, if any one of the magister's saw him, Fenris would be lucky to be reported back to Danarius. That would be merciful compared to what a city of them would do. He feared leaving. And now this stranger comes and makes him hopeful. Makes him believe there can be change here. Fenris follows the shape of Hawke's body. Wondering why he had never seen this man before. He was committing the sight to memory, the body, the face, the eyes. The fact that this man was a mage didn't even matter, he had fought for Fenris and that meant so much. Fenris found his breath hitching as he saw Hawke shatter from the forced ecstasy. Danarius had hit that spot. Even if it was rape, Hawke could not deny it felt intense. Fenris watched the human's legs go limp. And watched as Danarius yanked on Hawke's cock. It had to hurt the way Hawke groaned. Fenris knew the feeling of being controlled he wanted to stop Danarius. Wanted to help the man who had helped him. Hawke should not be punished for being a hero.

But, Fenris couldn't say a word.

He didn't want to ruin the human's efforts to rescue him. So he just watched as Danarius sent fire and electricity to a half mast groin. Danarius always got aggressive when he saw people weren't reacting. And Hawke was only halfway hard despite having a naked man on top of him. Hawke would never pass as a slave. Danarius was going to force Hawke to come. Fenris wished he could teach the man how to fake it. He didn't want Hawke to hurt.

Danarius didn't want to hurt Hawke though. Just wanted him to come. " Hawke, say my name or I'll kill him."

Hawke moaned the man's name to save the slave. And when Danarius came inside of him he felt disgustingly full. He gestured for Fenris to leave so he wouldn't have to get hurt again. Danarius caught him and looked down on Hawke. " Do not control my slave I don't want him gone."

" But, Danarius ...we need...alone time..." Hawke struggled to come up with the words. They were all lies. But lies to save another.

Danarius smiled. " Leave Fenris. Close the door on the way out." Danarius was stroking Hawke's hair and biting his ear. Drawing blood on purpose. Damn masochist. Hawke flinched and gulped. When Fenris left the room and he knew the man was free, Hawke summoned his blood magic and threw Danarius off of him. Choking him the same way the man had choked the slave. " How dare you! He was innocent! You know I hate slavers!"

" I will hurt your family if you don't release me Garrett." Hawke dropped him and put his clothes back on.

" Hawke you are a magister in Tavinter get a slave or be ridiculed the rest of your life. If you are going to live with me. If I am going to protect your family you will get over your morals and get a slave. "

"I don't want to. You're evil." Hawke only stayed to ensure his family was safe, but he hated Danarius. The man was heartless.

" If you wont buy your own, fine, I will have Fenris sent up to your room tonight. You will have a slave Hawke or you will never be respected here and then I will have to dispose of you. I cannot be seen with unworthy humanitarians."

Night fell and Hawke went to relax in his lavish room. He was not meant to be a slaver, he had a heart . He couldn't get the slave's scars out of his mind.