One Night
By: Me, obviously
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Age 2, but if I did, trust and believe that this pairing would exist.
Warnings: Blahblahblah, Slash, MalexMale (not this chapter, but later), Yaoi, yadayadayada...
So, I have a story of the same name and content on Deviantart. If you would like to see some of my art (however crappy it is) then come see me. My username's KuroHikariUchiha.
Alim Hawke was famous for many things. One of which - at least to Anders - was annoying the living hell out of people.
He had been bugging the mage for a few weeks about the clinic, trying to make him see the filth around him, but Anders had brushed him off every time.
Hawke pouted in a very unmanly way, and said, "Well, fine then. If you don't want to stay in a clean place, then just keep ignoring me!"
Anders did. He tended to his patients, which were actually getting less numerous as the day went on.
Eventually, Hawke got bored enough to leave, and this made the mage sigh in relief. He smiled a bit to himself as he worked on the last patient of the day, who was a young boy with an injured leg.
Only a couple hours later, he was alone in the clinic. It was getting late, and he magically lit a few candles in the room so it wouldn't be completely dark when night finally fell.
He sat at the makeshift desk towards the back of the clinic and pulled a sheaf of parchment toward him, along with a quill and inkwell.
A soft knock interrupted him before he actually started writing.
Curious as to who would be calling at this hour, he stood and walked to the door. He said, as he opened the door, "If you're looking for treatment, it had better be an emerg-oh. It's you."
The person at the door had to be none other than Fenris. The elf had foregone his usual armor in favor of a simple black tunic and dark breeches.
With not a little bit of suspicion, Anders said, "And what are you doing here?"
The elf hesitated before responding. "I...Hawke sent me here." He flushed a bit, and lowered his eyes.
Anders followed the elf's gaze and took note that he wasn't wearing shoes. His brow furrowed slightly and he said, "Well...come on in." He moved out of the way, and after the elf stepped through, closed the door.
"What in Andraste's name did Hawke send you here for?" Anders asked dryly, leaning against the wall and folding his arms over his chest.
"I...have been in considerable pain since...the last fight." Fenris didn't meet his eyes.
Anders raised an eyebrow at this. He remembered the fight well. It had been when they had gone to meet Varania, Fenris' sister, and they had been ambushed by Danarius.
He winced at the recollection, knowing that Fenris had taken a nasty blow from his former master. He said, "That was a week ago. You didn't let me heal it then."
"Yes...Hawke said that if I didn't, he would drag me here by force. I thought it better to come on my own than to be forced by an idiot," Fenris said, scowling. He winced when he took a step and sat on one of the cots, hissing in pain as he moved.
Anders sighed and approached the elf, pinching the bridge of his nose and knowing a headache was coming on.