The Glow of Lyrium

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: This is going to seem a little strange…maybe OC but im sorry, I kind of think Fenris has a softer side he doesn't show. If you don't like my version of Fenris don't fret because this will be the only OC Fenris story I ever write! But it also might just be for this chapter that Fenris is OC….I just like how if you do a friend romance with him he gets just a little bit softer. So at this point Arik has done some hard flirting and it has gotten somewhere, and this is going to be right before the Slavers show up to try to take Fenris away.

Chapter 3: A…Compromising Position

Years passed and Arik had finally done what he sought to do. He gave his mother her name back but in the process he lost his little brother to the damned Darkspawn. He could still see the look on his brother's face as he drove the blade into his heart and ended his little brother's life. Arik stood by the fireplace in the entrance hall of the Amell family home and gazed into the flames. He braced his hand on the mantle as he covered his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew as much as he wished it he could never bring back his little brother, or erase the resentment in his mother's eyes. Even though she said she didn't blame him, he saw differently. She had lost two children and it was because of Arik. Tears prickled behind his eyes as he tried to keep his breathing steady, from a whole family there were now only two left.

"Arik?" A hard but familiar voice asked.

Arik turned around and tried to smile at Aveline. "Oh, Aveline, I didn't hear you come in."

"Really? Because even Bodahn announced my arrival." The red head smiled slightly, then she noticed the look in his eyes and sighed. "Everything alright Hawke?" She tried not to cringe at how he looked, he had not shaven in what appeared to be days, his hair was unkempt and hung in greasy strands around him, and he smelled distinctly of wine and ale.

Arik sighed, "I don't know. I should be happy that I did what I promised my mother I would and that I'm doing what I promised Carver I would…but somehow I don't feel happy about any of this." He put his face in his hands.

Aveline stared at the man who she had started to think of like a brother to her and she put her hand on his shoulder. "You did what you could…"

"I should have never taken Carver into the Deeproads, if I didn't then maybe he would still be alive and I wouldn't see the accusation in my mothers eyes."

"I doubt she accuses you."

"I see it in her eyes Aveline, every time she talks about how much she misses Carver or Bethany I can see it in her eyes that she thinks its my fault. Hell I blame myself for it. Carver was bullheaded and to full of himself. I should have never let him talk me into going into the Deeproads with me." Arik sighed as he turned around, dislodging her hand from his shoulder and grabbed the wine bottle of the desk and took a hard swig.

Aveline sighed as she walked over and took the bottle from him.

"Hey!"

"No Hawke, you've been in here alone for several days, I can smell the wine on you. You need a bath and a bought of fresh air."

"You can't order me around Aveline, this is my home."

Aveline gave him an evil smile. "No, but your mother gave me all kinds of permission to do what I wanted to get you to get out of the house for a little while."

Arik paled and shook his head as he tried to back up. "Aveline…"

The woman smiled as she gripped his wrists and hauled him over her shoulder, showing her pure strength. "C'mon Hawke, Bodahn has already drawn you a bath." She said as she carried him up the stairs, much to his protests. "Quit struggling Hawke, you need a bath!"

"Andraste's tits woman put me down!"

Aveline rolled her eyes as she plopped Hawke down and looked at him, "we can do this my way or your way, but either way you are going out side."

"Over my dead magical ass!"

The Guard Capitan rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine…have it your way." She growled as she advanced on him.

Meanwhile Fenris knocked on the door to the new Hawke Estate. He kept slightly hidden in the shadows, his eyes scanning the streets for signs of an ambush until the door opened.

"Ah Master Fenris, how good to see you messar." Bodahn said.

Fenris stiffened, as he was still not used to how the dwarf addressed him. "Hello Bodahn, is Hawke here?"

"Messar Hawke is upstairs. Come on in."

Fenris nodded as he entered the beautiful home, he left his sword by the door and walked quietly up the stairs, but stopped when he heard strange noises from Hawke's room. He stopped outside of the door and listened.

"Damnit Hawke this is only going to hurt more if you don't quit struggling." Aveline's voice floated through the door, sounding irritated.

"Andraste's dimpled ass woman! Let me go!"

"In you go Hawke!" Aveline grunted.

Fenris felt a spike of jealousy course through him as he barged through the door in time to see Aveline wrestling with a very naked Arik near a tub filled with water. AT the sound of the door opening the two people looked up and Arik blushed a bright red.

"F-Fenris! What are you doing here?" He asked as he stood up, forgetting that he was naked.

"I…um…." The elf coughed and blushed slightly as he looked away.

Arik yelped as he was shoved none to gently into the tub of warm water. He came up sputtering and glared at a smug looking Aveline. "What the hell Aveline?"

"Thank you Fenris, for the distraction. Now then I'm sure that you can finish washing yourself, I will see you later Hawke." She spun around and left the mansion.

Arik sat in the tub, blushing furiously as he looked down into the water, thankful that the soaps in the water obscured the vision of what laid beneath. "Damn her." He grumbled, defiantly not wanting to be seen like this in front of the elf that he found himself falling for.

Fenris gave a slight laugh as he walked over and knelt behind the tub. "You're quite the child Hawke." He said as he removed his gauntlets and put his hands on Arik's shoulders and sank him farther into the tub.

"What are you doing?" Arik yelped as he felt cool hands on him.

"You're mother pleaded with me to help you get out of the house. Quite frankly I agree with her, you smell like stale ale and piss." The elf taunted.

"I do not!" Arik cried.

Fenris rolled his eyes as he grabbed a sponge and dipped it into the water. "Point still being, you need to bathe."

"I can do it myself Fenris."

"I can hardly believe that, seeing as you had to have Aveline throw you into a bath."

"She cheated." Arik said and let out a low groan as Fenris's fingers dug into his back and took the knots out of his shoulders. "How are you doing that?"

"All slaves are taught a thing or two about how to make people relax. Danarius had me do it for him in his baths all the time."

Arik took his hand and turned around to look at him. "Fenris, you don't have to do this. I don't want to make you do something that reminds you of your past."

Fenris gave him a small half smile, "you aren't forcing me to join you in the bath, this is the least I can do for you. Now then lets finish up, on my way here I ran into your partner for the Bone Pit."

Arik groaned and put a hand over his eyes. "What did he want now? It can't possibly be asking me for more money."

"Nothing like that I can assure you. But apparently something has been going on with the mines. He has asked us to check it out, being the coward that he is."

Arik let out a half smile, "no one can be as skilled with a blade as you."

Fenris smirked, "no they can't. But you have no idea just how skilled I am."

"Well…I would hope to find out some day." Arik said turning around to look at him. He brought his hand out of the tub and cupped Fenris's face. He watched how the elf seemed to lean into his hand and he smiled. For the past couple of years Arik had began to break down Fenris's walls and he had begun to see the kind of person Fenris really was, and that wasn't the cold heartless man he appeared to be but he was just scared and looking for protection. Arik gave him a soft smile, "we've come along way from when we frist met. You hated me." He laughed.

"I didn't hate you…I just…didn't agree with what you do."

"Magic? Trust me most days I if I had a choice I would rather be normal and just wield a sword. But I can't help what I am Fenris."

"I know, and that is probably why I have come to trust you as much as I have. You use your magic only when fighting and you have been offered more power but have always refused it. You show more strength and control than any man I have ever met."

Arik smiled as he leaned forward. "Well, there's more to that self control than just wanting to keep my magic in check." He said as he leaned his head down and captured Fenris's lips with his.

Fenris kissed him back softly and pulled away before the kiss could go any deeper. "C'mon, there will be time for that later. We have a mission to do." Fenris said as he stood up and put his gauntlets back on. "I'll wait for you down stairs." He bowed his head and walked out of the room.

Arik groaned and let his head fall back on the edge of the tub, "damn that elf for being so sexy and desirable." He shook his head and got out of the tub and dressed in his robes. He grabbed his staff and walked down the stairs where he saw Fenris, Isabela, and Varric waiting for him.

"Bout bloody time you show up Hawke." Varric smirked.

"Oh Hawke, you're all wet…did you and Fenris have a good time in your chambers?" Isabela asked, her eyes glinting.

Arik coughed slightly. "Nothing happened Isabela, I was in the bath and Fenris walked in on me."

"Oh, did you pull him down into the tub with you? Because his arms were a little wet, as was his cheek. Ohh please tell me the whole story!"

Arik groaned and walked past her. "Shut up Isabela."

"At least tell me if there were sparks!"

Fenris and Arik moaned but gave each other a knowing look before the departed from Hawke's home.

A/N: There you have it. A quick filler just a little something to get us to where we need to be. Next chapter is when I get to the good steamy bits!