This is the (belated) Bioware Valentine for Magical-fisting.
Fenris stared down at the bottle in his hands. The Agrigio wine had gone down well, yet the fact he was sat here alone after a quest where he had spent days in Hawke's company was disconcerting. He had a restlessness in his bones, an urge to get drunk and take someone, anyone to bed with him just to cover up the fact that the one person he really wanted was not here. Hawke was probably bedding Isabela by now and that strangely did not worry him. Bela seemed unlikely to stay with anyone. Yet, he had been gritting his teeth all night at the thought.
They had invited him out to the Inn, yet he did not want to spend time, head down, drinking bad wine. So here he sat, alone, drinking good quality wine... which was empty. He tipped the bottle up, getting barely a drip before slinging it in the corner and smashing the bottle pleasingly off the wall.
"Bad timing?"
Fenris hunched forward and looked up. Damn the man for looking so good."Is it ever good timing?"
The man gave Fenris a smirk, something he'd found irritating when he first met him, as if he knew he was driving him mad. Lately, Fenris had been known to smile back at him but right now, smile was just not what he wanted to do.
Sitting down on a scruffy chair, Fenris felt his friend's eyes on him. Under his arm was a book. Fenris had never considered Hawke much of a reader. "Am I that boring you decided to bring your own book."
Hawke shook his head and Fenris watched as he placed it next to him on the table. Fenris ran a hand over the scuffed leather spine.
"The Book of Shartan." Hawke watched him as Fenris opened the pages. "I understand you know something about him."
"He was the leader of the elven slaves who joined together with Andraste." Hawke nodded at his words.
"It's yours if you want it."
Fenris frowned and wondered if it should go the way of the wine bottle. Yet that seemed weak and churlish. He was no child throwing a fit. "Hawke, why would you do that? I mean no one has ever -"
"I know. That's why I did it. Everyone deserves gifts - especially those who have never had them."
Fenris stood up and paced the floor like a caged wild animal, never meant to be locked in. "Hawke I -" Eyes down, simply pacing.
"What? I give you a gift and yet again its the wrong thing." Hawke ran his long fingers through his jet black hair and Fenris wondered, not for the first time what it would be like having those questing fingers roam over his body.
Fenris put his hand on the fireplace, gripping the mantle edge to distract himself from the inevitable effect his thoughts were having on his body."It's not wrong ... I can't read." He stuttered over the last few words, shame making him close his eyes.
A hand touched his arm."You should have said." The voice more kindly than Fenris was used to as he breathed out.
"Just what do I say? It's not the kind of thing you just drop into a conversation."
"I can teach you." Hawke replied, running a hand across his arm, making shivers dance across his skin.
Fenris' looked up as his gaze met with Veran's deep blue eyes, a cheeky smirk playing across the elf's lips."Good. You can teach me to read as well."
Hawkes chuckle gave Fenris a sudden flash of confidence, and he reached up to kiss his friend, fingers splaying through longer hair, as his rougher lips met that of Hawke, he heard him make a sound of surprise, yet he did not pull back and judging from the teeth grazing over his lower lip, hands roving, it seemed Varen wanted this just as much as he.
Hawke pulled away but he had a grin on his face. "So you want me to teach you?"
"I'm a willing and able student." Fenris purred, raising an eyebrow.
"I bet." Hawke smirked and pulled him towards the bedroom.
