Biting Kisses
A/N: Alright I went through DA2 and found myself extremely exited for Fenris….he's got those damned puppy dog eyes when he asks to go with you. I couldn't say no to that face! And my male Hawke couldn't either evil smile if you can't guess this is gonna be a slash story of the Fenris/m!Hawke idea. Arik Hawke is tough; he's had no choice but to be tough for his mother and his brother. After the loss of their sister and their first year in Kirkwall Arik has become something of an elemental bad ass. While he holds no love for the Templars he also holds no love for the mages either. All he cares about is his freedom. Where will this little story lead? Maker I don't know! How about we just go on this crazy journey together! So far in this story I've got everyone but Fenris, I picked up Fenris last in the game after gathering up the rest of the party. At this point its where I go and pick up the smexy elf.
P.S: I didn't do an Anders romance because I was deeply depressed with this new state of what I called "blah-ness" I liked him better in Awakening when he was all funny and sexy.
Chapter 2: Flattering can get you everywhere
"Why are we going to go see him?" Carver snapped, not enjoying running around Hightown to get to Fenris's acquired home.
Arik sighed at his younger brother, "because Carver, Fenris is part of the team now. We need his help when we go into the deeproads. He has strength and a possible connection to a type of freedom to where I don't have to hide from Templar."
"Or he just gets you hot and you need your dick licked." Carver muttered.
Arik whipped around in surprise. "What did you just say?"
"Nothing big brother."
Arik sighed. "If you don't want to come then go back to Mother and Gamlien. I don't need you here to see an ally."
Carver glared at him, "and let you walk around Hightown, especially in that outfit." He said motioning to Arik's robes.
Arik rolled his eyes, "well excuse me for not being able to wear armor or normal clothing. Incase you don't remember heavy armor tends to ward off my magic and regular clothes tend to incinerate and leave me naked."
Carver rolled his eyes, "you're just a pansy."
"And you are an ass. Now either go away and let me see him alone or come along and act like you are happy about it."
Carver snorted, "Fine, I'll see you back at the house." He said as he turned and stalked off, fuming the whole way.
Arik rolled his eyes as he stopped outside of Fenris's door and walked in. "Hello? Fenris? Are you here?"
"Up stairs."
Arik fallowed the sound of his voice and noticed the elf sitting by the fireplace his face in his hands. He lifted his head, and Arik felt his brain fly south at the sight of Fenris's large soulful eyes.
"Hawke?"
"Huh?"
Fenris smirked as he got up from his seat. "I asked if you would like to have a seat." He said pointing to the chair at the table.
"Oh right…yeah. Thanks." Arik said with a shake of his head as he walked over to the chair and laid his staff on the ground. He sat in the chair and leaned back against it trying to get comfortable. He then noticed that Fenris was nowhere to be seen. "Fenris?"
He looked up as the elf walked in with a dark green bottle in his hand. He sneered as he took a drink, "This was Danarius's favorite wine. He would have me serve it to his guests because my appearance intimidated them."
"I like your appearance." Arik said, with his best flirtatious smile.
Fenris smirked as he hurled the bottle against the wall and smiled as it shattered, "it's still nice that I can take pleasure in the smallest of things."
Arik laughed, "you could have offered me a drink first."
Fenris shrugged, "there are six more bottles down in the cellar." He said pointing over his shoulder.
Arik chuckled, "no it's fine. So I see you are settling in nicely."
"It is…different to be out an about. Having you around has seemed to scare off the other hunters."
Arik flashed him a brilliant smile, "that's what I'm here for, checking the closet for monsters and frightening away slave hunters."
Fenris stared at the mage in front of him with an odd expression; he was not sure how to address him. He wasn't like the mages of Tiventer, he seemed like a kind soul who was just as much of a slave to his life like Fenris.
"Do I have something on my face? Damnit, sorry, Carver threw mud on me this morning because he didn't like my idea of going to the Gallows."
"No, you are just…a very odd man. I have met many mages and I am not sure how to approach you. You seem like a kind man, but you are a mage and mages can't be trusted."
Arik looked hurt. "You can trust me Fenris, here why don't I show you the kind of man I am. Just because I am a mage, doesn't mean that I can't be a man either."
"I never denied that you were a man, Hawke," he said with his own flirtatious smirk, "you are also a handsome man at that."
"Flatterer." Arik said with a smile.
Fenris chuckled, "shall we go? Maybe next time you come here my flattery will be better."
Arik chuckled, "flattery can get you everywhere." He said as he stood up and replaced his staff to his back. "C'mon, I could use you on our trip to the Wounded Cost, we have to rescue the Viscounts son! This should be fun!" Arik said with a grin.
Fenris shook his head as he grabbed his sword and motioned for Arik to lead the way. He watched the man walk down the stairs and felt his heart beating faster as he watched him walk away. Arik stirred something in him and he wasn't quite sure how he should approach these feelings.
A/N: Sooooooooo not proud of this chapter! I am severely disappointed! But I promise it's going to get better! I'm also going to skip along a little ways to after the first year in Kirkwall just so we can get to the juicy bits! Please don't think of this as a serious chapter but more so as a filler to just get me from point A to point B