I love little Sebastian and his troubled past. He seems to have had a rough childhood that is responsible for his ill ways never expanded upon in the game. It is hinted at, but just kind of 'there'. Why is he a bible thumper? Because he know nothing else to find peace. Why is he not fit to rule? Because he was never taught how. Etc, etc. This chapter, however, sets up the present, not the past.

A Story Past

The night was warm, the previous day was hit with rain and small gusts of winds that brought chill, but by night fall it was calm and settled. The temporary camp was Sebastian's best option, his horse was tied to a tree nearby the small stream of water, and there was a clearing just big enough for him to set up camp. A tent with a makeshift bed and pillow, with a bright fire to cook his supper was sufficient enough for him.

The trek from Kirkwall to Starkhaven was not safe, as he had expected the rebellion in Kirkwall had caused the Mages to find a reason and to take action against the Templar's. Kirkwall lost its Circle, as Starkhaven had not so long ago. Sebastian suspected that the Mages would then move to Orlais and set up power there, because the only other place with sufficient power was Tevinter. To use Tevinter to gain power would only further hurt the Mages cause, the past had shown that even at its height the Magisters fell and are forever more shunned by the rest of Thedas. Not a place where you would find independence and freedom for your cause and expect people to trust you.

The night of it all, when Anders was let free, caused Sebastian trouble every waking hour of his days. Hawke has always been diplomatic, he knew. She always did right. But was it right to let him go? After all the pain he caused Sebastian, Hawke's decision for mercy had not changed Sebastian's hatred for Anders. Maybe she did the just thing, the righteous thing, by sparing him. The thing a leader of great respect would do.

But Sebastian was no leader of anyone. Other then leading chants or prayers in the Chantry, he always knew that he was not the man who would one day rule. Even as a child it was like his life was not meant to be.

He ate his meal, sitting by the warm fire in the grass. Alone, his armour and bow were set aside, but his daggers were still in place in his belt. His clothing was the same hooded shirt, trousers and boots he had while adventuring with Hawke.

They had sinned, they were not married before the maker, but he loved her. She was with the apostates, she sided with the ones who murdered the Makers holy people, and he had abandoned her like an unfaithful fiancée. It is more fitting to say husband, Sebastian thought. But they had ran out of time.

An eerie feeling caught Sebastian, something was happening. Trust your gut, his trainer once told him. Sebastian dropped his meal onto a cloth to keep it clean. He grabbed his armour and put on the breast plate and grabbed his bow and quiver. The sound of battle was faint, but it was there. Not wanting to get involved, he kicked out the fire and crept through the bushes to evaluate the situation before deciding what to do next.

"Keep quiet, girl" He said to the mare quietly. Not that she could understand humans, but he hoped that somehow she knew what he meant.

Creeping low in the bushed and near trees to disguise his dark shadow, he pulled up his hood. The moon light was enough to aid his steps. Not that he was unused to wandering in the dark undetected.

Down a small hill a rough path lead to a building. A small stone house built into the rock, a perfect place to use as an outpost for soldiers. Some parts of the walls were damaged and in need of repair. Dead bodies, four in total, lay on the ground. Blackened armour showed they were armoured from light to heavy, and appeared to be Templars.

The front door was open, and inside the sounds of battle was evident. Getting trapped in a house with one exit and an unknown enemy was not a good idea. Sebastian stayed still; ready to eavesdrop a little longer.

xXx

A slash to the neck, and the woman once standing fell to the ground. The chairs flew back as she landed near the dining hall's grand table. A roaring fire was in the fireplace, they appeared to be having a meal.

Hawke dealt with the remaining Templars, they came from the room to the side, and one man above was on the balcony and preparing his bow. With a blow to the armour, a slash to the arms, and a stab in the chest, another went down.

Taking cover by moving around as much as she could, the blood from the arm wound she made hit her in the face. Whoosh Thump. The arrow missed.

Running up the stairs on the side, she readied her shield in front of her for a defensive position. The wood creaked beneath her armoured figure. The archer backed up as he pulled another arrow into position. She moved quicker, as he pulled it back completely, she had drawn her arm back and slashed his abdomen, hitting his hand and arm. The bow dropped as his damaged hand became useless; before he could push away the pain a powerful blow to his head ended his life. The sword almost cut clean through.

Hawke pulled out her sword. Silence surrounded her; every other Templar was either dead or hiding.

Moving down, she sheathed her sword and examined the house. "He said the paper would be a document, so it would be on a desk, in an enclosed room. A bedroom, perhaps." Hawke thought to herself.

Scavenging the house, it appeared to be a tiny mansion in retrospect. With sufficient bedrooms and a grand eating room, it would be a place for hosting events and small parties. The search took her down stairs, where rough conditions showed this was for storage and servants quarters. A desk was in the largest servant's room, now converted into a merchants like desk. Coins, paper, a quill and ink all showed they were dealing with intelligence.

The paper sat rolled, its seal was broken so they may have passed on its message. But she had what she came for.

Snatching the paper and confirming it was from the Tevinter, she stuffed it away in her pouch and gathered the coins lying on the desk. They won't need those anymore.

Leaving ad making her way out the open front door, she stopped for a moment before making her way down the path. The next move would have to be careful, she needed to evaluate her next move and seek out some people, where ever they may be.

xXx

Was that Hawke? The woman who he had not seen since Kirkwall?

Sebastian instantly got up and he made his way out of the bushes and pulled down his hood.

"Hawke? Is that you?" The closer look at her armour confirmed it. "It's me – "

"Sebastian?" Lost for words as she heard his deep voice and distinct Starkhaven accent, Hawke stood there, facing him. She was confused, and as he approached her it sunk in that his long brown hair and piercing blue eyes were indeed that of Sebastian Vael. His armour was not all on him, but the white and gold chest plate shone in the moonlight like it always did.

"Hawke, I – I am so confused. You killed all of these Templars?"

Blunt and to the point, then, Hawke explained herself "I was investigating a group of rogue Templars, Sebastian. This is not without justification, and they attacked me before I could confirm anything."

Sebastian was right in front of her, sad, he reached out to grab her hand and almost took it, but he pulled back. "I thought that you would be in Kirkwall, with the mages and all the others in our party to help rule as Viscount."

Hawke looked down, avoiding his beautiful blue eyes; she didn't know how to tell him. "I left Kirkwall, and I did not tell anyone where I was going. Not Varric, not Fenris, not Aveline or anyone. I was following a path on suspicion when I found the Templar's, and now that I have the evidence that I need, I have to go to Ferelden."

"Why Ferelden?" Sebastian was heartbroken, now that Hawke was with him; she had to leave across the sea to another part of Thedas. There was a moment of silence.

"I cannot say. It is only a hunch. And Sebastian -" She look at him, gazing into his eyes and moving in, she put her hands on his shoulder to close the distance. "It's my own journey now. I know what I have to do next, maybe someday I can explain it, and maybe someday in time you may understand as things start to unfold."

Feeling her hands on his shoulders, her grip firm and confident, he was again heartbroken. He moved his hands around her waist, holding her tight. "I don't like what you have done, you know. With Anders, and with the Mages." He was remorseful, a part of him truly cared about her and he could not fight it. Sebastian felt her grip hold, and she moved her hands down his biceps. "But, I know you do the right things, for the right reasons. I stormed out, I was mad, I still am, but I respect you, Hawke. And I have missed you."

She smiled, "I have missed you too, my Prince in shining armour. Although, you seem to be lacking in that department." She was being smug.

"Care to rest at my camp? You owe me some company before you go away." His hands still on her waist, and hers still on his arms, the mood was lightened between them.

"Okay, but I will leave at sunrise." She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, a soft, gentle kiss that they held for a moment as they embraced each other. They broke away as Sebastian lead her up the hill and away from the massacre to his humble camp site.

The fire was warm and romantic, as they sat close together and felt the warmth of each other's company. Sebastian held his arm around her as she leaned on his now armour less chest. The sounds of the crackling wood in the fire and night surrounded them.

Hawke was curious about their marriage situation, never officially married, and with no Chantry to serve under, was she still to join him as a sister she wondered. "Where do we go now, you and I?" Hawke asked.

"I can no longer be a Brother of the Faith; my vow was broken as the Chantry blew up and I declared my punishment for Anders. I was serious, Hawke, I will find him." He still held her close; her body was warm up against him.

"I do not doubt it. You must do what you need to do. If that means reclaiming Starkhaven, I trust you." She looked up at him, her hand rested on his chest next to where her head lay on his shoulder. Her other hand previously hugging his waist moved to stroke up his neck as she ran her fingers through his hair. It was surprisingly soft and thick.

"I cannot forgive Anders, but as the Maker watches me, I will forgive you, and I apologize whole heartedly on the way I acted to you that day. It was not right of me to take my anger out on you, sweet lass." He leaned in and gently kissed her cheek, warming her with his words and affection.

"Oh come on Sebastian, it's been so long since we have come to love each other, can we not do what lovers are suppose to do?" She stroked his cheek, pulling him close to her lips, but ready to back off if he said no.

A moment of silence, he nuzzled her nose with his, keeping his hand around her and resting the other on her thigh. "I think the Maker will understand." She stroked his cheek, looking from his eyes to his lips, pouting as she felt the heat in her warm up as she gazed at his full lips. He moved in, kissing her romantically, she kissed back. They parted and kissed again, her hand moved down his chest as the kiss continued.

Stroking his abdomen, she felt him rub up her thigh, closer and closer, with each rub she got more excited as he moved to her centre and then pulled away, only to repeat every slowly and tease her. She began to lean in, opening her mouth as he opened his and their tongues played with each other. She moved both of her hands to his shoulders as she pushed him and climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

As his hands moved to her waist just above her buttocks, he gripped her clothing as she moved closer, grinding his pelvic area for friction. Still kissing, she found his bare skin under his shirt and slid under it, feeling his skin. The muscles were solid and made groves in his abdomen, and some hair above his crotch lead her down to his bulge. The smooth valley between his waist lead her back up to feel his chest.

He moaned, breaking the kiss as she moved to his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. He felt up her back, then moved his hands down her pants, onto her smooth skin of her buttocks and gabbed the plump skin there. She continued to grind on his, making his arousal uncontrollable and his pants to tight.

"Let's take this to a better spot, shall we?" He pulled her up with him as they held hands, she grabbed him and kissed him again, passionately as she found his pants and undid the string holding them up. He led her to the tent before he lost his pants completely. Entering first, she eagerly followed and pushed him on the ground.

On top of him, she straddled him and looked down at his bulge as he was left helplessly on the ground, waiting for her next move. He groaned, the weight of her was bringing back old memories as he recalled paying a good number of women to ride him like this before.

Hawke was much more beautiful, however. She looked at him with a smirk. "Excited, are we?" She was drawing it out.

"Ugh, with a beautiful women like you, how could I not be." He grabbed her waist and held her tightly in place. She ran her fingers down his chest, raking the skin. She grabbed a hold of his shirt and started to tug. Throwing it to the side, he was now shirtless. His pants were still painfully tight, but as she removed her shirt, she slowly lifted it as he watched from below.

Lifting it over her head, she flung her hair around with her arms in the air, relieved to be with him and sharing this moment with her love. Grabbing her breasts, he was restricted by cloth. Caressing the breast regardless, he signed as it had been so long since he had felt the warm breast of a woman.

"Ah, don't stop." She moaned, grinding forward over his erect penis. This made his caressing increase, as he felt her warmth tease his cock above him. She leaned down and kissed him, removing her cloth.

"Now, away with these pants, I'm sure they are making you uncomfortable, hum?" Sebastian nodded; his head fell back in bliss. Finally he would be released from the fabric. She hovered above him and removed his trousers, all of it. His cock was standing in full glory now. She kissed his chest, and leaned above him on all fours, his hands still holding her waist and butt tightly, waiting for her to close the distance between them.

Kissing each other, she rested on his lap, this time she removed her pants and loincloth, so her naked sex was toughing his. The tension was too much; Sebastian thrust his waist, trying to feel friction against her sex. Finally, she grabbed his cock in her hand, as she kissed him with an open mouth and inserted his manhood into her. She broke the kiss and began to ride, a slow motion to adjust to him, he moaned beneath her as she began to breathe heavily.

Picking up the pace, they made love, as she rubbed up and down and placed her hand on his chest for support, he gazed up at her beauty, holding her waist to keep her in motion. Laying on the fur sheet, they began to sweat as Hawke kept pace, changing her thrusts from slow to fast, to leaning down and stealing a kiss, and then she felt her body heat up. The way she was arching caused her sex to tense up, she was almost there. Sebastian was still holding onto her waist, gripping as he felt her walls tighten, he threw his head back and felt his cum enter her. She thrust a few more times as she began to spasm and moan above him, panting as they both finished.

Relaxing on top of him, she slid his limp penis out as she fell onto his chest. His hands moved to her waist, holding her firmly on top.

"That was wonderful, Sebastian." She kissed his cheek.

"Likewise, love" He kissed her back as they embraced one another. He pulled the blanket above him and her, letting her rest her eyes as she began to fall into sleep on top of him. He too found sleep take over him and this perfect moment, as he blacked out holding his only true love in his strong embrace.

xXx

Looking around, it was morning. The sun peered through the cracks of his tent as birds chirped in the distance.

Feeling around, there was no second being. No Hawke, no beautiful woman of his dreams. Getting up quickly, he pulled on his trousers as he felt the cold morning air touch his naked body. He stepped out and looked around the camp. His horse was awake, finding the best grass she could reach from her rope for her breakfast fest. A burnt out fire suggested that it had died down long ago, and no one had relit it since last night.

She was gone, no sign of her clothing or presence. Hawke had left him for Ferelden.

A wave of disappointment, but also a wave of guilt hit him. He knew this would happen, but somehow, he thought it would be different. He thought that upon waking up, she would have changed her mind and stayed with him. They could have reclaimed Starkhaven together. Like it should be. He thought.

But fate works in cruel ways. Gathering up his belongings and saddling up Mist for the ride onward, he left the camp behind but carried on the memories of last night.

Be careful, to much sexy reading can cause illness and genuine feelings of owlleprosis. Wanting to be an owl.

(I'm just messing with you. Enjoy you perverts ~ )