AndersxF!Mage!HawkexJustice (Janders everyone :3)
Warnings: DubCon

Prolouge

The locket sat on a dusty shelf in the very back of the Black Emporium for years without being touched. It was an ornate oval decorated in a long forgotten script looped on a small silver chain. Xenon had deemed it too magical to toss out, but not enough to interest anyone to justify putting it out on the high volume shelves, so there it sat year in and year out with all the other forgotten relics. The dust around it so thick you could barely notice the locket anymore.
That is until a Hawke related accident knocked down the whole book shelf. It was mostly Merrill, but Hawke was the one who ended up catching herself on the bookshelf and pushing it down. While the whole Hawke party helped clean up the mess it was Anders who noticed the locket on the ground. He picked it up and for a moment his eyes flared blue. He discreetly clasped it around his neck then shrugged and got back to work.

After the cleanup had ended Anders hung back from the rest of the party and quietly asked Xenon for something and paid for it and the locket. The blue glowing was odd, but Xenon was too tired to care. He was just glad to take people's money; especially when they had just trashed his store. By the time Anders left the shop Hawke and the others were halfway to the Hanged Man. He had to run to catch up, but in the end no one really noticed his slightly late appearance. For once Justice let Anders drink and that made it an evening to remember.

A few days later Hawke had finally gotten Anders home for dinner and she planned to take full advantage of that now rare occurrence. After they both had eaten a filling dinner prepared by Orana she coaxed Anders away from the study and locked them in their bedroom. "Anders it's been far too long since we've been together" she jokingly whined as she sidled up to him wrapping her arms around him. He smirked and said "Three days isn't soo long you know Aliea…" "Lies…it feels like an eternity" she snarked back before pulling his head down into a deep kiss. He chucked into the kiss as he wrapped his arms tight around her and led her to the bed. Clothing started to fall onto the ground leaving them in just their underclothes once they finally reached their destination. Aliea discreetly slid her own small clothes off letting them fall of the edge of the bed.

They both lied there a few minutes just enjoying deep kisses and the feel of each others warm bodies. Aliea made the first move, sliding her hand down to pull Anders small clothes out of the way, rolling him onto his back and mounting him in the same motion. "Fiesty" he cheered as she smiled at him from above. Rolling her hips and putting her weight on his shoulders she slowly started to ride him.

She leaned down to kiss him, loving to hear those little moans he always seemed to make with ever kiss. She made her way over to his ear, nipping the lobe and whispering sweet nothings into it. Anders took this as his opportunity to snake his hand between them and rub her nub the way she loved. "Oh Anders" she cried. "Aliea, maker Aliea" he cried back. So in sync they built up to their first crescent quickly. "Anders!" "Aliea!" "Anders!" "Aliea!" "Anders!" "MY NAME IS JUSTICE" Anders bellowed and Aliea couldn't breathe. She opened her eyes to see blue cracks and angry glowing eyes. He had his free hand around her throat and was squeezing tightly on her windpipe. In the next moment he pulled the hand from betwixt them and tossed her off the bed and crashing into the wall by the fireplace. Her head cracked against the stone leaving a bloody trail as she slid down the wall. There she lay unconscious on the floor, blood pooling under her head.

Chapter 1

The first thing Aliea noticed when she woke was that her head was pounding. The second was that her head was in a warm lap, but it wasn't Anders' lap, it was far to smooth and small to be his. Eyes fluttering open she recognized the small, but clean room she was in. "Orana?" she whispered confused. A small warm hand brushed her forehead gently "Yes…Mistress Hawke" Orana said softly. Aliea tried to sit up, but quickly realized the room was spinning a bit too fast for any of that nonsense. Lowering her head gingerly back onto the safe warm lap Aliea took a deep breath and tried to ward of the chill by rubbing her hands over her bare arms.

"Orana…why am I in your room…" looking down she noticed the chill was from her wearing nothing spare Orana's blanket pulled up over her waist" naked…with a pounding head?" she asked her elfin servant slowly. "Well you see Mistress I heard a loud commotion in the hall. It seems Master Anders left home in quite a huff. I went to check on you and I found you by the fireplace bleeding. It seems you hit your head and I was so very frightened for you I dragged you in here. I cleaned the wound the best I could you see, but I was hoping you would just heal it yourself when you woke up…" Orana explained. Aliea nodded wondering why she didn't think to do that as soon as she woke up. She closed her eyes and called forth the healing energy to close the throbbing head wound. Nothing happened and her heart just pounded away in her ears. Through the pain and confusion Aliea hadn't realize her connection to her magic had been damped. She felt her neck; it was bare, as were her wrists. It felt just like a Templar's spell, but without a Templar, enchanted collar, or manacles it had no explanation. She was far too aware to be tranquil so she had no explanation on what was going on.

"Hawke…do you know what exactly happened before?" Orana asked thoughtfully. "Maybe if you remembered…" she added demurely. Closing her eyes and trying not to focus on her pounding head Aliea tried to remember what happened before. She remembered making love to Anders. Well, she remembered starting to, but not finishing. Justice's voice...not what he said, but she remembered his tenor. Anger? She wasn't sure why. "I don't know Orana…I can't remember how I ended up on the floor, spare that I think Justice had something to do with it" Aliea muttered.

For a few quiet moments Aliea stayed still in Orana's lap, letting her gently stroke her hair. Finally she reached up to her pounding head to feel the bandage Orana had wrapped around her head. Even her gentle prods hurt painfully and her grimace prompted Orana to offer her a mirror to just look at the wound. Carefully lifting up the edge of the bandage she saw a deep cut at least an inch across. It didn't look to be infected, just a little swollen, probably from the hit to her head that made her forget what happened in the first place.

Aliea sighed and angled the mirror to look at her whole face. Her long brown hair was a mess of matted blood and love making tangles. She smiled into the mirror wondering if maybe her hair, once washed could hide the cut until she could figure out the mess with Anders and herself and heal it. As she went to set the mirror back down she saw a dark purple mark on her neck. She pulled the mirror back more and saw five clearly defined imprints on her neck. Fingerprints. "Oh Justice…" she sighed softly. As long as she'd been with Anders Justice had never overtly interfered in their relationship until now. She couldn't imagine why he had decided now was the time. Let alone in the middle of their tender lovemaking.

Orana offered to make her some tea and comb out her hair. Aliea nodded letting Orana stand up. She lied her head down on the bed while waiting for Orana to get the supplies. After a few minutes Orana returned with a water basin, cloth, and a cup of tea. She gently cleaned the rest of the blood out of her hair, combed it out, and redressed the wound. After drinking some of the elf root tea Aliea finally felt well enough to go back to bed. She dismissed Orana and found some nightclothes to put on. Seeing her blood trail on the wall was more than disturbing, but she was just too tired to try to clean it up now. Aliea climbed into the disheveled bed, which to her disappointment, no longer held the heat of their lovemaking. Curling up under the sheets she held in a cry as she tried to will herself to sleep. Without Anders there she found it was hard to fall asleep. Reaching over she pulled his pillow into her arms, burying her face in its downy comfort. Aliea clung to Anders' pillow inhaling his rich scent wanting so badly just to hold him and only him.

Anders returned back to the Hawke estate soaking wet at dawn. He wasn't really sure what had happened, but he was tired so he shed his wet clothes and climbed into bed. Aliea was facing away from him seemingly asleep. She had stolen his pillow again, as usual. He gently kissed the nape of her neck snaking his arms around her pulling her in close to him. She sighed and leaned into his embrace. For once all was right in the world.

For the first time that he could remember Aliea was awake before him. There was a note on the bed beside him saying she had some errands to run and she'd see him later. He sighed, but shrugged it off and made for his clinic. If he had free time it always went to help the poor and unfortunate. By no big surprise clinic duties kept him away till long after sunset. By the time he made it home Aliea was already in bed again. Determined to make up for whatever interrupted their romantic evening the night before Anders slipped into the bed fully nude. "Anders…" she half moaned as he nibbled on her clavicle. "What love" he murmured into her cleavage. "We need to talk about something," she said breathily. "Later" he whispered. He slid a hand down between her legs and gently stroked her entrance. His kisses slowly made their way to join his hand. His tongue flattened and laved her delicately. Aliea knew she needed to stop him and deal with what had happened the night before, but Maker she was already close.

Anders nuzzled his stubble on her thighs in a way that tickled and didn't at the same time. She giggled for a moment until he slipped his fingers back deep inside her. With a torrent of licks she came, mewling pathetically. He climbed back up to her face kissing her gently, face still damp with her juices. Forgetting again what she needed to do, Aliea fell into the rhythm of their sweet times together. She joyfully slid down his torso and engulfed his hardened length. His hands tangled in her freshly washed hair. Everything felt right, everything felt normal. That is, until the gentle fingers became stiff and twisted roughly in her hair.

Aliea felt like such an idiot. Of course it would happen again. Why wouldn't it? It had just felt so normal. So joyful. But Justice was controlling Anders again for Maker knows why. She felt tears stinging her cheeks as she struggled for breaths as he was choking her with Anders' cock. She couldn't make a sound; she still had no magic, and truly didn't even know what the spirit wanted. He began bucking his hips into her face. His rough grip was keeping her from moving off of him. Her arms flailed trying to push away, but his grip was too strong. She managed to move over enough that she could look up and see him. Justice stared back at her, blue eyes aflame.

After what felt like an eternity of rough thrusts Justice finally came choking Aliea with his hot seed. Finally he released her, after what she thought was her last moment of air. She sat up on her feet cheeks ablaze with both embarrassment and anger. "Justice" she spat out. "Ah, you learned my name I see" he said with a sardonic smirk. "What?" she said confused. He shook his head, "Never mind" he muttered. "What is going on here? Why are you doing…THIS?" she barked.

His twisted smile continued as he sat up on the bed. With a few whispered words she felt magic pulling her up as well. Locking her arms in the air besides her head. She couldn't move; all she could do was stare back at him. "What I'm doing is taking back what is due to me. You haven't been fair Aliea. Only giving Anders your love," he said with a sigh. Aliea couldn't believe what he was saying. "You're jealous of what Anders and I do? So you thought you'd FORCE me to get your TURN?" she yelled angry tears staining her cheeks. "Wait until I tell him what you're doing, he'll" she began. "Hate himself?" Justice finished for her. "Well I uh…not exactly what I was going to say" she muttered.

"If you do tell him, about my "turns" as you say, all you will do is make him hate himself even more. I bet he would never wish to touch you again, he would be so shamed." Aliea wanted to say no, wanted to scream back at him, but he was right. Anders would be crushed to find out his body had marred her own. His body choked her with his own cock. "Why can't I use my magic then? If your plan was to just black mail me into not telling him?" she spat. "Oh that?" Justice responded with a cocked eyebrow. He crawled for her on his hands and knees and whispered something into her neck. Releasing his magic she was able to feel the new weight against her neck with her fingers. A collar.

"Why did you collar me?" she asked quietly. "So you'd be more…pliant," he responded just as softly. She felt the force magic grab hold of her arms once more and she was frozen in front of him again. He ran his blue cracked fingers across her brow lifting her hair to see the bandage underneath. Justice leaned forward and placed a kiss next to the wound before he healed it away. "Could you heal the bruises too?" Aliea asked not looking directly at him. "No" he responded briefly. "Better for you to remember" he said, "you can hide them with that make-up the pirate is always trying to get you to wear." She glared at him defiantly, but he cut off her impending retort with his curt reply "If you don't or let the others know about our arrangement, it is easy enough for me to hurt Anders. I won't die if he dies you know."

Aliea swallowed hard torn being anger and fear. "I'll even be kind and let you see Anders during the day, but don't test me. I can easily take back control at any time. Just remember that," he said before roughly pulling her body into his arms. He started biting and suckling her jaw. Still frozen she tried to go to another place tried to pretend it was just Anders and her playing some silly game with magic. Justice, no Anders, she told herself, laid her back on the bed. With a flick of his wrist her hands were suspended over her head held by an unseen force.

Lying on her back she could see the silver collar around her neck. It was etched with some sort of old rune, Tevinter most likely. Justice began exploring her body, cruelly reminded her of her real first time with Anders. Placing sweet kisses over her every inch. A glint of light around his neck caught her eye. He was wearing some sort of locket. She didn't remember Anders ever wearing that before. Strange, she thought as he finally ended his torrent of kisses and forced himself within her. The magic holding her wrists evaporated leaving her free to move her arms, but she couldn't find the will to. She had no idea what she was supposed to do now. If she told anyone they'd likely just want to kill Anders. That wasn't what she wanted at all. She just wanted her sweet apostate back. Even Justice, the Justice before at least was not directly harmful.

It was obvious to Aliea that Justice had never actually experienced human copulation himself. His thrusts were jerky and rough. He grabbed Aliea's jaw and forced her to look into his ethereal gaze. "Don't you want to look at your lover while he's pleasing you" he teased. She scoffed "Maybe if you were pleasing me." He rewarded her taunt with a savage thrust that made her almost double over in pain. Note to Hawke: When your possessed boyfriend's suddenly crazy (crazier?) spirit is black mailing you into sex, don't taunt him. If to drive his point home Justice wrapped his hand around her neck and squeezed. Each painful thrust harder and deeper than the last. Tears sprang from her eyes as she struggled for breath. "Much better?" he asked cruelly as he leaned in to bite her shoulder hard enough to draw blood.