"Oh come on, Anders." Hawke fell back in his chair in exasperation, scattering his cards on the mess of coins and empty tankards strewn across the slightly uneven table. "You really are jerk sometimes." Any protest from Anders immediately quenched by the swift kick of Varric's boot against his shin and Hawke abruptly leaving his companions behind as he followed a rather vexed Fenris out of the Hanged Man.

"Hey." Hawke called as he the caught the heavy wooden door to the tavern before it fell shut completely. "Fenris." He called as he jogged to catch the nimble elf up.

"Don't." The glow that shone from Fenris caused Hawke to squint slightly. "Don't." He whispered as his markings dimmed. "I…" Fenris stopped at the bottom of the stairs they had just descended. The pair found themselves standing in the middle of the, now empty, market stalls that littered Lowtown. "Hawke…" Fenris growled lowly, which sent a shiver through Hawke. "You are better off staying with the abomination, are you not? He clearly… enjoys your company." The scorn obvious in his tone as he turned on his heels to face Hawke.

"Fenris…" Hawke gently cupped Fenris' smooth jaw, his thumb traced one his marks down his chin and along his throat. "You know my answer to that." He spoke low as Fenris leaned into his hand.

"We can't… I can't." Fenris clarified, shrugging Hawke off. "It is in your best interest to…"

"Bloody hell, Fenris." Hawke grabbed Fenris' wrist and pulled him back to his chest. "I decide what is best for myself, and can you really blame me? I'm only human." He whispered coquettishly as he used his one hand to hold Fenris against him and the other to tilt his chin slowly up, leaning in, inch by inch. He could feel his breath, sense his heat, mirroring each others movement as they licked their lips. "Fenris…" His name almost inaudible on Hawke's lips.

The taste of the ale didn't phase Hawke. He had Fenris' lips on his again and it was tender. Endearing. Bittersweet. He prayed to the Maker that these lips would never leave his again and for a moment Hawke believed the Maker had answered his prayers.

Fenris clawed at Hawkes tunic as he had left his armour back at the mansion, not expecting any trouble. Reaching up as far as he toes would let him, Fenris repositioned himself so the pair had a better angle. Soon the kiss turned desperately ardent, feverously forlorn. Hawke scraping his fingers in Fenris' silken hair, crushing themselves together, removing as much space between them as possible.

When the pair finally severed the connection, the empty market's air felt excessively cold against their heated skin, prickled against their raw lips and revealed their heavy breaths to the air. They stood holding each other closely for awhile, eyes never leaving the others. Hawke couldn't deny the stir in his breeches any longer and, in a way that can only be described as dragged; dragged Fenris to the closest alleyway he could find. He pinned the smaller elf against the wall and began peppering him with fervent kisses, smiling into Fenris' neck at the glorious moans he was rewarded with. Hawke pressed for more and more, longing for an even more pleasing reward.

"Hawke." Hawke's name escaped as breathless gasp from Fenris's mouth. "We should… go… it's not appropriate." He managed to make out from in between groans and moans that escaped the squirming beauty he had trapped.

"We're fine here." Hawke responded and quickly dropped to his knees and began working on the ties to Fenris' armour. While glancing up Hawke was struck by the look of… What? Curiosity. Fear. Lust. Hawke couldn't quite place it, but he need not ask the question as Fenris took over Hawke's hands, undoing the remaining armour that blocked Hawke from his lower half. Lust won, Hawke noted with a mischievous smile. It wasn't long before Hawke was undoing his own trousers, caressing himself as he allowed Fenris to reveal himself. Licking his lips in preparation, biting down on them to hide the groans that tried to escape.

When Fenris had finally freed himself, he slowly undid his gauntlets.

Left…. Clang….

Right…. Clang….

His hands suitably free from anything that could hurt Hawke. He brushed a thumb over Hawke's lips. "It's ok." Hawke reassured him, allowing Fenris to move his hands into his own scruffy brown hair, gasping with the shiver that waved through him.

Fenris' touch sometimes came like the jolt of a shock spell to Hawke, sending his hairs on end, shooting energy through his nerves, setting something deep within alight.

Hawke moved forward with the coaxing from Fenris' hands, using his own hand to guide the elf's stunning hardness to his lips. Gently pressing caressing kisses along Fenris' tip. Happy with the whimper that sounded from the now glowing elf Hawke continued his advance, taking most of the tip in. Intoxicated from the taste. Enthralled by the sound of his name leaving Fenris, in an all too glorious growl.

Hawke slowly continued his pace, steadily taking in more of Fenris each time, bringing his tongue in on the pleasure when he felt Fenris needed it. Eventually, Fenris set the pace of Hawke's bobbing. His hands scrunching into Hawke's hair causing a longing twitch to take over Hawke. Releasing his hand on Fenris he moved past his own pleasurably paced strokes, leaving that hand to its own affairs and slipped into his loose breeches and found his entrance calling out for its own attention. Inserting his middle finger, he moved it slowly at first to adjust himself before turning to more vigorous movements.

Hawke groaned as Fenris pulled his head back and looked down on him. Both breathless, panting with longing, both close to their end, yet Hawke froze and met Fenris' gaze. Fenris was scared. The fear from before creeping into his lust filled eyes.

"Hawke. What if I…" Fenris released his grip on Hawke's hair and leant on his shoulders. As if the weight of his body had just doubled. "I don't know if…"

"Fenris." Hawke carefully pulled his fingers free and gently placed them onto Fenris' forearm. It was burning and almost thrumming from his markings. "You can. We can." Hawke tried to reassure him.

"But…"

"No." Hawke spoke sternly this time. He needed Fenris to see he was here. Right in front of him and he was going nowhere, he pulled Fenris onto his knees as well and grasped either side of his face. "Tell me everything. Everything you remember, it won't be gone then."

"Hawke." Fenris leant his forehead against Hawkes. "What if the problem is I don't want to remember?"

"Then look only at me and forget." Hawke breathed against Fenris' lips as he brushed them. He couldn't make this decision for him, Fenris had to be the one to choose to put his lips upon him.

The moments passed by and tears began to threaten to burst forth from Hawke at any moment. It hurt so much to have Fenris so close, yet nowhere near at all. Their first night together was an experience that had deeply scared Hawke. It was alarming to Hawke how deep he felt for the ex-slave warrior elf, a feeling that came from nowhere. It creeped in like the cold of winter, resonated within like a thunder clap, as profound as the daily miracles of life and at the same as profound as the idea of the Fade and Andraste herself. It's love, Hawke had thought to himself on numerous occasions when his thoughts somehow always drifted back to Fenris.

Hawke's lamenting was interrupted by the soft response of Fenris' lips. Slow pecks that increased in pressure, that dared Hawke to allow his tongue to enter, that gained a guttural hum from Hawke as his bottom lip became trapped between teeth. "Only you, Hawke." Fenris became feverish, his hands slipping up Hawkes soft blue tunic and exploring all they could of the man before him. How Hawke loved the feel of those callous hands. "Hawke." Fenris continued to repeat his name and how Hawke became far too excited from it, desperately clawing back.

"Fenris." Hawke managed to speak between the dancing of their tongues. "Please." He pleaded as he took control of Fenris' wandering hands and led them down to where he really wanted them. "Please." He whimpered as Fenris pulled his lips away and he chased after them.

"Up." Fenris commanded, pulling Hawke from his blanking mind. "Stand up against the wall." Fenris spoke slowly and clearly and Hawke happily complied.

"I'm not sure…" Hawke began, the need from his convulsing muscles making the task of standing a little too difficult. But Hawke needn't have worried. Fenris quickly whipped the clothing that covered their lower halves off and lifted one of Hawke's legs over his forearm.

"Fuck." Hawke buried his face into Fenris' neck, wrapping his arms around for support. Fenris was deceptively strong and when the needed arised, just as it had now, he was quite capability of supporting the larger human rogue. "Hurry." Hawke threw his head back as Fenris nudged at his entrance. "Fuck." He whimpered again. Hawke was no stranger to such acts, but with Fenris it felt ethereal, yet significant. Ephemeral, yet perennial. Something he truly feared to live without.

"Garrett." The sound of his first name dazed Hawke slightly. It was odd to hear Fenris use it, but Hawke knew he would certainly want to hear it again. "Garrett. Can I?" He asked and only got a desperate nod and grunt in return. Taking that as permission, Fenris thrust forward, gaining another grunt of approval from Hawke. Slowly retreating and thrusting forward again Fenris set a steady pace, awaiting instructions from Hawke while he continued to search for the spot he had found last time.

"Maker." Hawke called out as Fenris hit exactly where he was hoping to. Continuing his assault Fenris found himself cursing as Hawke attacked in return. Nipping at his ear. Sucking along the collarbone he could reach. Neither of them was going to last long at this rate. Wanting to make sure Hawke reached ecstasy first, Fenris repositioned the arm he had under Hawkes leg to help support him better as Fenris used his free hand to pump Hawke. It didn't take much effort before Hawke buried his face into his shoulder, squeezing his hug around Fenris' neck and cooing his name into his sensitive ear. The orgasm brought along a spasming of Hawke's muscles which pushed Fenris over the edge himself. Releasing himself inside he tugged at Hawkes hair to pull him free from the crook of his neck and crashed their mouths together. Trying only to think of Hawke.