A/N: Sorry it's so short! I am having a bit of trouble writing at the moment. I hopefully will get the rest written down soon.
-Hightown-
Fenris stormed through the empty streets, hoping he would see at least one thief or highwayman to take his anger out on. Of course, empty streets. Fenris growled to himself and started towards his mansion door. He paused, glancing at Hawke's. He should apologize for leaving like that. He shouldn't have acted that way… he didn't know what was wrong with him.
He squeezed his eyes shut, massaging his temples. Too much to drink? But he was no stranger to that… it didn't feel like that (although he definitely wasn't exactly sober). What was going on?
Finally he made his decision and headed to Hawke's estate. Maybe he knew what was going on.
He let himself in and paced the foyer. Everyone was asleep at the mansion, so no one bothered him. Maybe he should go upstairs to Hawke's room, so he didn't wake anyone. Yes, that seemed like a good idea. He quietly proceeded up the stairs and opened Hawke's bedroom door. He thought there was a chair in here. Oh well, he would sit on the bed.
Taking off his armor, as to not rip the bedding, he sat in his tunic and leggings, toying with the tassels hanging on the four poster.
He made a face at himself. This was ridiculous! What was he thinking? Sitting here in Hawke's bed… he made to get up, but hesitated. Feeling dizzy, he fell back onto the bed. He nuzzled the pillows against his face. The bedding smelled like Hawke, Fenris found himself taking a deep breath, inhaling the rather sweet scent of Hawke with an undertone of leather. He closed his eyes, until he heard the door open.
"Wha… Maker, Fenris! What… are you… Why are you here? Ah… in my bed?" Hawke stammered. He cursed silently to himself. He sounded like an idiot. Oh well.
Fenris quickly sat up and glancing up, noticing Hawke was slightly out of breath and flushed, either from chasing after him or finding him in his bed Fenris wasn't sure. Fenris took a deep breath, "I.. wanted to apologize Hawke."
Hawke blinked, "For what?"
"For leaving... after that… that abomination touched you. I…" Fenris stopped. He couldn't admit to his feelings for Hawke. He had never been able too. He cursed something in Tevinter.
Hawke finally stopped standing in the doorway and started in, closing the door behind him. He took his daggers out of the sheathes on his back so he was able to sit down next to Fenris. "It's... I don't think it's just you. Anders…" Fenris growled slightly at the mention of the mage. Hawke grimaced at the sound. "No, listen…"
But Fenris was past listening. He wanted to hear nothing of that abomination. He silenced Hawke the quickest way. Fenris pressed his lips hard to the rogues. It was a very possessive kiss, toeing the line between violence and passion. Hawke melted into it. Fenris bit lightly on Hawke's lower lips, making Hawke give a low moan. His mind was swimming in pleasure with the slight pain of Fenris nails digging into his back only adding to it. Until a cough interrupted them.