12 pieces a dragon age fan fiction

A sudden surge of pleasure CH.2

-Anders-

I continued to knock on the door, but there was no answer. I glared at the wooden obstacle as if it was its fault no one was moving it out of my way. I gave the silence a few more moments to answer my call, until I decided to bust it down myself. I was sure it didn't look right for someone, someone being a apostate busting a door down to the champion's estate in the middle of the day, right in the heart of high town. But I ignored contemplated looks, and I interred the empty foirer. The kick made a small amount of letters from the floor fly upwards and rain down on me as I stood in the room.

That's when the smells hit me. Like a dwarven axe the smell cut through me, the smell of rotten food, dust and musk. There was certainly something wrong here. I crossed into the large meeting room; I found no traces of Bohdan or Sandel. I halfway expected that dreadful mutt to tackle me but the only remnant of him was that sad table that was still missing a leg. The fireplace was dead and unkempt, and the floor was grimy. I made my way over to the writing table. I glanced over the small amount of letters and found none in recent date. My nose crinkled when I noticed a copy of my older manifesto right where I left it, it had never been moved. I dropped the papers back in the place and made my way to his office. Orana would have been here to greet me minuets ago, but all that was left of her was the bucket and brush neatly placed beside Hawke's office. I pushed the door open, which was odd, this room was always closed. No sign of life here ether. It was, of course, obvious. There weren't any recent signs of him, nor that mage hater he kept close at his hip. My brows knitted as I remembered that elf. My eyes then set focused on the room in front of me.

The desk's contents was spread across the tiled floor, the statue Garrett kept above his fire place laid dead on the floor beside the many once organized papers, with a letter opener wedge right between the eyes of the beast. There were remnants of cloth on the layer of dust spread across the ground. A slight discoloration of the tile drew me to lean down and investigate.

Blood. I looked at the desk and examined it a bit closer. Sure enough, more blood. But then I noticed another substance. It was white and brittle. I quickly pushed that one out of my mind. The room definitely looked like there was a deep struggle in it. I hated to guess what happened, and I felt my heart skip a beat, as images of the mighty champion finally finding himself a worthy opponent. I rushed out of the room, for I just couldn't bare to look at it, and slowly made my way up the stairway. My mind was filled with emotions, and I felt a familiar reminder in the back of my skull screaming at me, telling me to keep my mind focused on the task at hand.

Remember why you are here.

I desperately pushed the voice out of my head, which was painfully futile. The voice wouldn't have anywhere else to go. I cursed Justice under my breath as I crossed the upstairs hall to his room. A part of me didn't want to even search the room. And I stopped right at the door. But my curiosity was killing me. I had to search the whole house, just incase

I opened the door, bracing myself for painful images just in case, but to my happiness, the room was empty. I was about to close the door to leave when what I was afraid of trickled up my memories.

Hawke's hands were firm and stronger than what he put them off to be. His arms where laced in scars and his dark hair brushed his whole arms. My eyes instantly interlocked with his amber ones and I found myself smiling like an idiot. Instead of contemplated eyes, his were warm and welcoming. I reached up to touch that face, allowing my fingers to leave trails in his fluffy face. He went to kiss me but my mind got in the way. "Are you sure you want me here…I thought you and Fenris…or did the beast finally turn on you?" It was something I was sure would kill the mood, but my heart ached for nothing more then to be his only one. When I finally looked in his eyes I almost regretted it. His face read of hurt and loneliness, I was about to apologies in alarm when his voice ran deep.

"Fenris…Fenris is gone, there's nothing more between us." I almost didn't believe him but I could tell by his hurt position that the elf finally left him. Hopefully left Kirkwall. Hawke was a strong man very blunt and sarcastic, observant, and loyal to the core. He was a man who would protect you to the death and trusted his friends even when he knew they weren't completely honest with him.

Hawke was a man, that deserved better, something more than me, but his uncommon posture and hurt expression made it imposable for me to leave him. "I'm sorry he hurt you. But I can't be sorry he lead you to me." The fire didn't touch his eyes but instead he stepped forward and I grabbed him into my arms. Hard to believe at that time, the champion of Kirkwall could ever be found in such a position. But I just told myself that it was all the stress of his mother's death, and the fact his brother was the walking dead. The fact Fenris could ever leave him, knowing that he was going through this hard time, wrote him as being just as heartless as his magister he hated so much. I closed in the space between us and he braced my body with the strong arms of his again. He then broke off and tugged me towards the bed. His hands then trailed around my backside until they found my ass and he squeezed. I couldn't help but emit a groan as I licked his lips allowing my tongue to be dominated by his. I was so into exploring that mouth, the one I dreamt of every night since I saw him, which it didn't register that my jacket was being pulled off. I held up my arms for him to finish pulling the loved garment off my thin arms.

When it was satisfyingly laid a crossed his floor he continued in rolling me over. In that fix, I managed to disarm him of his top, leaving him in nothing but his pants. I stared for a moment, as his smile touched his eyes. As I stared at the radiance above me, his fast moving appendages unbuckled the front to my duster I leaned up pushing it off taking my shirt with it, throwing them with the rest of my attire. I could tell the slight irritation in how much clothing I wore slip across his expression; he leaned back and tore off one of my boots. When it made a thud on the fire lit floor, he did the same to the other. We where both now only in our pants, and I found myself as well, very aggravated in how long the undressing part was taking. I waited so long for this moment. I ached for it, even if the justice inside of me disagreed I was going to take this man tonight, I was going to make him mine.

I reached up and forced his furry face to mine, nibbling on his thick lips, That's when he finally let loose a sound that filled my aching heart with joy. I briskly untied the front of his pants, and I soon found him doing the same. When I finally found what I was digging for, so did he. I ran a figure across the tip, allowing him to moan again and he cupped the tip to my erection with his palm. A sudden surge of pleasure sparked up my spine and I found myself arching into his lap his member brushing mine. I gripped his bicep with my free hand as I tried to keep my composure.

But it was fading fast. "Oh Maker." He chuckled. And he continued to slowly massage my penis with his finger tips. I bit my bottom lip as I did the same for him.

Andrastate, why was it so hard to forget one night. Why could it possibly be so painful to let go of someone who obviously doesn't have the same amount of adoration you do for him. I leaned against the wall tearing my eyes from the empty room, and pulled the door shut beside me. I brushed tears from my eyes as I made a slow escape from the upper corridors and exited the house locking the door behind me. I didn't look back. He was gone.

I gripped the letter in my coat pocket. Verric was right; The Champion was going to be hard to hunt down. That stubborn muse sprung to life beside my angst one and I was now determined as ever to find him.