The sequel to 'The Plan' and 'Astraphobia'. Damn, i should just stop making individual story's for each little idea, and make one, big, story. Maybe I will do that. Maybe I wont. I know it's a bit soon to already be posting ANOTHER story, but I just couldn't help myself. All I know is i'm running out of ideas. If you have an idea or a request, don't be afraid to ask.

Ok, so this is about...Six months away from act 2. I just thought that theres not much romance in act one, and *SMALL TINY SPOILER IF YOU HAVE NOT PLAYED ACT 2* if you romance Fenris, way to much heart break in act 2. So, in the middle, anyone? :D

On to the story!

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The 'incident' between Him and Fenris had happened two weeks ago. After that, it had gotten a bit awkward. They had shared something very special. And it had been very rudely interrupted. Hawke knew what he felt for the warrior, now. And he intended on at least trying on getting him. So, after much thought, he had an idea. This was probably what Isabela felt like when she was trying to get him and Fenris together. It was nice to, after all that thinking, finally have an idea. He felt pretty smart. It took Isabela quiet a while to think something up, and she only got an idea with the help of Varric and Merrill. He was just sitting alone in his estate drinking wine when the idea had struck him.

After he had gotten the idea, he planed to go over to the hanged man to announce the idea. This was gonna work nicely. It was Games night at the Hanged Man, anyway. He knew most of them would like the idea, and others would take a little more convincing.

He was walking through lowtown market. It was still quiet light out, so the stalls were still open. So he browsed a bit. Bought a new dagger. Then, the most strange thing caught his eye. He went over to, from what he could see, was a material stall. He look at a couple of small scarfs. He picked them up to examine them more closely. One was red, and the other was green. Red, my favorite color. Green, the same shade as his eyes. He had to have them.

"How much for these?" He asked to shop owner. The man looked over to him, then at the scarfs.

"Those are 50 Silvers, each." Hawke's mouth opened slightly.

"That's a bit expensive for a couple pieces of material." Hawke said. The man sighed.

"Those materials are special." He jumped as Isabela voiced at his ear. She giggled slightly. "Did i scare you?"

"No, you startled me." He answered.

"Well, usually i don't get the chance to creep you out. You were spaced out. And what are the materials for?" She asked. Looking at the scarfs.

"Nevermind that. Whats so special about them?" He asked. She smiled.

"This specific material is a...Token. It means love." She looked down at the scarfs again. "Red and green? Isn't red your favorite color? And that green looks kinda like the eyes of someone we know." She smiled wider. "Is it for Fenris?" She asked. He blushed slightly. But gave her a roguish grin all the same.

"I don't think he'd like this type of thing." He said. Slipping a sovereign on the table, and putting the scarfs in his pack. "Shall we?" He said, motioning to the direction of the Hanged Man. She smiled. And said, "This isn't over, Hawke." She said. Walking in the motioned direction. "I look forward to it." He said. Then he started walking as well.

He was a but thankful when the line of questioning stopped. Now the only thing he had to do, was get everyone a bit drunk. Then he can slip in the idea to Merrill. She will be so excited, that Isabela and Varric will be drawn in. The only problem was Aveline, Anders, and...Fenris.. He will take a bit of time to convince. But this was going to work.

They walked into the Hanged Man, went up the stairs, and arrived in Varric's room. Everyone was there. Even Fenris was there, after avoiding him like the plaque. This was perfect. It looked like the odds were in his favor. They went to go take there seats. Hawke now being very glad he has a seat next to Fenris.

"Hawke, Isabela. Great for you to join us." Varric greeted them. Merrill smiled at them.

"Its always nice to have everyone here." She said. Hawke couldn't agree more.

"Sorry were late. Hawke was doing some..shopping.." Isabela said. Taking a sip from her ale. Varric raised an eyebrow to Hawke.

"Is that so? Which type of 'Shopping' Did you do. Cause i think if it were anything that wasn't the usual, then elf here will be a tad jealous." Fenris looked over to Varric with the glare that seems to be stuck on his face.

"Nothing so outlandish, I assure you. I was just looking around. I found a really good dagger." He said. Taking it out of its sheath, and setting it on the table. Isabela whistled.

"Well, that's pretty nice. Although, its not as good as the...other type of daggers." She said. Hawke made a sly smirk. Aveline sighed.

"Oh, yes. But the dagger is only as good as its owner." He said.

"Definitely. That's why I always take my time choosing the right Handler." Merrill made a confused face.

"I don't get it. Why would you find someone else to wield your dagger..?" Anders sighed. A slight blush coloring his face.

"Oh, daisy..." Varric intoned. She widen'd her eyes.

"Did I miss something dirty?" She asked. Hawke started laughing.

"Just have a think of it, and get back to us." Hawke said. "Cause i'm sure the people in that conversation don't ever know what there talking about. Well, as far as I know." He took a sip of his ale. Then picked the dagger back up. "We should get back to the reason were all here." He said, pulling Isabela's deck of cards, and dealing them out. Isabela looked at him wide eyed, then she smiled.

"You rotten perv." She said. "You do know were those were, right?" He smiled.

"Oh, yes. I also know were you keep your stash of cash now. Better find a new hiding place." He said, Winking at her.

"Cant you be serious for a second, Hawke?" Aveline asked.

"Its game night! And game night is meant to be fun!" He said. "And to make it more interesting...we should play strip poker." He said.

"Ooohhhoooo, I think that's a great idea." She said.

"I don't think I should play." Aveline said. "If any of the guards were to see me like that...I don't know what I would do. In fact, I've got an early patrol tomorrow." Hawke made a horrified face.

"But its game night!" He said. She looked at him like she didn't care.

"I'm the captain of the guard, Hawke. What message do you think I'd send if I arrived late?" She asked. And started to get up from her chair. He stood up.

"Wait for just a few seconds Aveline. I've actually got something to ask you all." He said. She sighed.

"I'll give you five minutes." She said. He smiled.

"Okay, so i know its been quiet a hot summer. So I thought we could all go for a weekend at the beach." He said. Merrill smiled widely.

"I think that would be great!" She said. "I love the ocean!" Isabela looked at him.

"What are you planing, Hawke?" She asked.

"Nothing! Its just a trip to the beach! Nothing more. Is it to much to ask to have all my friends go with me on a little holiday?" He said. Hoping he didn't give anything away. She looked closely at him.

"I guess it isn't to much. I'm game." She said. One

"I'll go to, Hawke." Merrill said. Varric sighed. Two

"I dont know where this sudden outburst came from. But I guess its good to get out. I'll go." Three

"I don't know, Hawke." Aveline said.

"Come on, Avaline! All of us are always to busy to do anything together! Its just a weekend." He said. Making the most innocent look he could conjure up. She sighed.

"If it will get you off my back, Okay." She said. Four "Now can I go?" She asked.

"Alrighty." He said to her. She stood up, and walked out. Hawke's head snapped to Anders. "Anders?" He said. Anders looked at him.

"Hawke, you know I have patients to attend to. I cant just go on a carefree trip!" He said. Then Varric spoke up.

"I can get you covered in time for it. And they will keep your clinic going while your gone." Hawke smiled. Anders sighed.

"I guess it wont do any harm." He said. Five

"Great!" Hawke slowly turned his head to Fenris. "How about you, Fenris?" He said. The Elf had been doing a good job of being invisible. He looked at Hawke with a soft glare. Then answered,

"No."

"Why-"

"No."

"But-"

"No." Hawke sighed.

"Fenris." He started. "This is going to be a time were we can all be together. Not just as friends, but as family. I know you may not believe it, but we are a big family." Hawke said.

"That's so sweet of you to say, Hawke." Merrill chimed in.

"Your welcome, Merrill. So Fenris, will you come with us?" Hawke asked one more time. Making the most innocent face he has ever made in the history of ever. Fenris looked at him with the most spectacular poker face possibly in the world, when he said.

"No." Hawke huffed. I'll just have to use other methods... He thought. Then he went over to Fenris' chair, and leaned down, putting his hands on either side of the chair. Hawke smiled as he saw Fenris blush. He still didn't lose that poker face though.

"What if I gave you a kiss?" He asked. He could hear Merrill gasp. And he could feel Isabela and Varric looking at them. He tilted his head slightly. Leaning in a bit more. "Hmm...?" He purred out. Leaning a bit further, going to Fenris' ear. "What will it be..?" He leaned back, and noticed that the elfs eyes were slightly wider now. Then, as he felt hands on his chest, it seemed Fenris had gotten some of his willpower, as he started pushing him back.

"I will go, if you stop pestering me." He stated simply.Six. Hawke fought the urge to frown. And smiled as he leaned a bit back and said, "Well, that'll be a challenge. Plus, that's my favorite part of the day."

"I am sure you will manage." Fenris said. Hawke started standing up straight and walking over to his chair, and sitting down. He took a large gulp of his ale.

"Good to know everyone's on board." He looked at the rest of the table, and noticed a few things had changed. One: Merrill was blushing furiously. Two: Anders jaw seemed to have dropped somewhere in the deep roads : Well, these ones aren't that much different. Isabela had the most perviest look. And Varric seemed to have acquired a note book. He laughed a bit at them. Then regained his control.

"Should we continue with the game?" Hawke asked. Isabela looked at him.

"If i knew that was what would have happened if I refused to go, I wouldn't have accepted so fast." She said. He chuckled. Varric put the book away, and said,

"Now, now, Ravaini. You know as well as I do that Hawke only treats his little elf that way." Fenris glared at him.

"I am not His Little elf. Nor am I little. the only truth in that sentence was the 'Elf' Part." Fenris said. taking another sip of his ale.

"And there isn't much truth in that sentence. As far as we know. But who knows how big Fenris' 'Little Elf' Is." Isabela said. Smiling. Fenris blushed a little.

"And I am sure you will never know." Fenris said. Isabela pouted.

"Varric, why are all the good ones gay?" She asked Varric. Varric shrugged.

"I say we blame the maker, and be done with it." He said. She sighed, and nodded her head. They all picked up there cards.

"Hey, Blondie. How justice treating you at the moment?" Varric asked. Anders turned his head to look at Varric, and made a false smile.

"Oh, he's fine. Right now isn't much change from all the other moments in my life as of late. And before you say it, i will tell him to piss off." He said. Varric smiled. Hawke spoke up,

"Just keep telling him to go away, and maybe he will. I'm sure that one day, you'll find a way to get rid of him. I'll even help you." Anders looked at Hawke with a smile.

"Sure, if i ever decide i don't need a spirit in my head, I'll call you." Anders said. Hawke smiled.

And so it went on. A night of endless nonsense, and happiness. Eventually, at her bra and under cloths, Merrill had to go home due to the tipsiness. Varric took her home after she was fully dressed. Hawke had his shirt and pants on, sometimes purposely losing just so he could show off a bit of skin. Isabela had taken her shirt off, along with her boots. Anders was up to his pants. And Fenris had his tunic and skin tight leggings on. Another hand went passed. And Fenris being the loser...

"Time to take off the wrapper, Mister Man Candy." Isabela said, happily. He growled a bit. Hawke watched as the elf undid the clasps holding his tunic closed. They were all considerably drunk, and with drunkenness, came blurting out thoughts. He pulled the tunic off, and Isabela whistled.

She started standing in her chair, trying to get a better look. "Do those markings go all the way...?" She asked. Fenris aimed a sloppy glare at her, and she laughed. "Hey, Hawke. When you finally do him, remember to tell me every little detail." She said.

"I'll try, Izzy. But it may take some time. He is pretty prickly." He said. Earning him a sloppy glare as well.

"Well, guys. Its been fun, but when your vision starts going blurry, you know you need to turn in." Anders said. Getting up. At least he could still keep balance.

"Just remember, Anders. When your name day comes, I will buy you a kitten. And it will be cute." Hawke said incoherently. Anders laughed.

"At least try to get home tonight, Hawke." He said as he took his leave.

Hawke's vision was starting to go blurry, and he could swear there were two Isabela's. "Hey Isabela? Why do you have two heads. The one on the right is prettier, by the way." He said. Isabela looked at him with an amused expression.

"It doesn't look like Hawke will be able to get himself home, tonight." She said. Fenris, who was probably the most sober person in the room, looked at Hawke. He sighed.

"He is indeed, wasted." He said bitterly.

"Don't say that. I am perfectly sober." He said. "I can prove it." He said standing up.

"And how will you prove it, Hawke?" Isabela asked through a laugh. The man started walking over to Fenris' Chair, much to the elfs dismay. Isabela was laughing her ass off. Hawke walked to the front of the elfs chair, leaned down with his hands on the sides of the seat, and kissed him. Fenris gasped, and Hawke used it to his advantage, as he invadid the elfs mouth with his tongue.

Isabela stopped laughing, and watched the two men. Then she had a drunken idea. "Hawke! keep him down!" she said as she ran up the stair's and into her room.

Hawke did what was needed to keep the elf like that. When Fenris tried to push Hawke off, He simply grabbed the elfs hands and pined them to the back of the chair with one hand, and started to play around the laces on his leggings with the other. Hawke drew back from his lips, and went to his neck. Fenris struggled. Not only against Hawke weight, but also the sudden Want to continue. Hawke licked and bit at his neck. Fenris felt the pleasure getting to him. He need to stop this, now.

"Hawke...l-let go..." He said threw heavy breaths. "L-l-let..me..g-go." Hawke just leaned back a bit so Fenris could see his face. Hawke gave him a roguish grin, and kissed him deeply again. Isabela came down shortly after, with rope. THAT'S when he really started to freak out. Thankfully, Varric walked in. Fenris pulled back, and Hawke went back to his neck. "Varric! G-get..them to..hnn' stop!"

Once Varric saw them, he started laughing lightly. "I go for a few minutes, and this happens?" Varric looked at the two drunk rogues. Isabela was about to tie his hands. Hawke was still kissing and biting and licking at his neck. He walked up to them, and tried to get them to stop. "Guys, lay off the elf. I don't think he appreciates being attack by drunks."

"But Varric! He's so vulnerable right now. Can we at least take him to my room?" She asked. Hawke pulled back, licking his lips. "Mmmm.." Fenris glared at the drunk man.

"I could take him back to my place. How does that sound, Fenris?" Hawke said slowly, in a seductive manner. He moved over to his ear, his breath ghosting over the sensitive area. "You taste lovely.." Hawke whispered. Nibbling on the tip. Fenris shuddered.

"I..would prefer..not..." Fenris said. "Get off me." He said. Hawke started getting off, with a smile.

"All you needed to do was ask." He said.

"How was I meant to ask you were muting me, and trying to rape me." He asked. He got off of the chair, and started picking up and putting on his cloths.

"I think you were more then willing."Hawke said, looking at the elf, and noticing the small bulge in his leggings. Fenris blushed deeply and started to rush getting out of there. When he was done dressing, he went to walk out the door, but was stopped my a hand. He looked to see that it was Varric.

"Look, Elf. I know what Hawke just tried to do, but someones gotta walk him home. And Isabela's a bit to drunk." He said. Fenris looked over to the two. They were talking about something he didn't care to find out.

"And you cant do it?" He asked the dwarf.

"Sorry, Elf. But I'm beat. Me and Daisy encountered some baddies, and it took awhile. All you have to do, is get Hawke home. Then you wont have to deal with him till the weekend." Fenris sighed, and nodded. He walk over to Hawke's cloths, and threw them at the rogue, who, however drunk, managed to catch them.

"Get them on. I have to walk you home." He said simply. Hawke smiled.

"Aye aye, Captain." He said. And started getting dressed. Isabela started telling Hawke that she was the captain, but he didn't really care much. After all...

Hawke was only half drunk...

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Hawke, you sly bastard. ;) This would have been shorta, but i had an inspiration angle hit me on the head REALLY hard. It hurt... ;-; Anyway, the reason why Hawke was acting like that was because he's a sexy drunk. That just makes him all the more worse. I wonder what will happen on there weekend to the beach... But next chapter is the walk home. ;)

3000 words!:O *Is dead. Will not be able to wake up because is dead.*x(

Have a nice Day/Night!