Hello everyone. Aaerowyn here. I have been busy these past few weeks and so I planned to get this delicious chapter up in time for New Years Eve. So if you happen to be home this new years like I am, you can busy yourself by reading some yaoi. ;) Again as a warning, don't read this Chapter if you don't want to see two guys at it. Continue onto the next chapter where there will only be subtle implications of what went on. This part was a pleasure to write. Happy 2014 guys and may the new year bless you with good luck!

Warning: Steamy Yaoi Ahead


This meeting was one that had crossed Hawke's mind; he'd been less of a sap in those daydreams of his and more of a suave cat instead of a mute staring unblinkingly at the elf. He was only made aware that Fenris had moved closer when the elf's armor pressed through his shirt. And even as he tried to convince himself that he was dreaming and was passed out at some Lowtown gutter; the mage took his hands to the elf's, fingers pressing softly against that cold gauntlet of his. My, how he yearned to just take the elf by the hand and assure him that however great his desire is, Hawke can match him for it.

They've known each other for nearly a year, and Hawke had not made his attractions secret. He never acted on it in respect for the elf, but he'd jump at the first sign of encouragement. Everyone knew how he felt and who he preferred, but they'd no idea how serious the mage was. There'd been nothing but the elf in his dreams; his thoughts were usually centred on the wolf and his well-being. And sometimes, he'd find himself with his eyes glued on the warrior even in battle. Isabela had made a joke and a sport on it, keeping a small parchment on her to note down Hawke's score. The piece of paper had too many lines on it that she's given up counting and had instead tacked it in Varric's suit. Fenris had asked about it once, his question merely triggering a fit of laughter from the rogue and a rather embarrassed smile from the mage. Too long he'd yearned, and too long he'd held himself back.

And now, despite all the time he'd spent with the wolf; all he could do was press his face to the warrior's shoulder, taking care not to pierce himself with the shoulder guards. Can't Fenris plan his attire better when he's going to what could turn out to be a two-way confession? This scene would have been much better without all the sharpies around. But heck, complaints and fashion were the least of the mage's concern as he breathed deeply into the leather.

"Maker, Fenris. There's no way I'd let you go now. Asking me that is just plain cruel. I... I just want you here." He could have said it better, could have made it more romantic; but his wit failed him when it mattered most. His clever speech rendered useless by one elf's awkward confession.

"Stay."

That one word and everything was suddenly much brighter. His careful grip tightened and he'd pushed the elf to the wall, their lips locked in equal battle. The many times had he imagined what it'd be like to kiss Fenris, and yet none can equal this. Their lips were both dry, alcohol lacing the mage's breath as he bit the wolf's lower lip roughly. The sound of the elf's breath escaping him as they ran into a wall, the warm rush of air as they both took shuddering breaths from each other... All of it seemed surreal, a waking dream in the Fade, a hallucination. He was grounded by the feel of the elf's armor in his hands. But he wanted more. And he was not even sure that what he had in mind was something that Fenris would want.

"Are you sure you want to do this with me?" He regretted breaking the kiss off to ask the question, but before he lose himself, he wanted to make sure. Those green eyes looked almost insulted, grouchy even because Hawke chose a bad time to practice morality. Very bad timing considering how they were pressed together, their torsos stuck against each other, the mage's arms pulling the elf close, a distinctive hardness pressing against each other's legs. And to incite Fenris even further, he shifted; judging from the murderous quality of the gaze thrown at him, he'd definitely succeeded.


Fenris had felt agitated as the human simply stood there and stood unblinkingly at him. Had what he said been the wrong way to go about this? He thought that was the most viable excuse; Fenris' repertoire of confession words being quite thin as he had never encountered a situation such as this. The whores were easier to deal with; their intent being shown in every manner of their being. However as Hawke stepped close to press his face into the elf's shoulder he finally knew he had him where he wanted and that Hawke too wanted it just as much as he did.

Being his encouragement to press forward, Fenris allowed his gauntlet to be fondled by the mage, his head leaning closer until his nose could press into the scuff of the mage's hair. He inhaled the male's scent; a mixture of alcohol, dirt, peach-scented oil, fire and masculine pheromones all wafting into the elf's nostrils in appreciation, making Fenris realise just what he had been missing out on for all these past times he had spent being close enough to Hawke to get a taste of it but unable to investigate further.

He felt the man shift and allowed Hawke to guide him, his back being pushed against the cold interior of the mansion's walls. Fenris met Hawke's advancements eagerly, their lips colliding in a hungry kiss that stole a moan of approval from his mouth. Their mouths slid and pushed together in desperation; all the want and apprehension spilling into each suckle and press. Fenris shift his hands onto the mage's back to press them closer, the steel claws raking down his back in controlled yet firm strokes as to not pierce the fabric or flesh yet provide enough traction to edge the raven with his touches.

But before he could fully appreciate the sensation of their dry lips pressed together the mage had moved back to once again express his concern; leaving the elf's lips cool with the faint pressure of saliva. He had willingly let the mage decide his fate and yet he was the one asking if the elf wanted to continue? Absurd. The warrior could only give the mage a heated look as he was left fishing for more, his legs spread thinly enough to allow their crotches to press into eachother, the sensation of Hawke's arousal already hardening against his own.

Fenris' expression darkened as he simply decided to let his actions speak his mind; the elf launching forward and capturing the mage's lips in another yearning kiss. This time it was Fenris that took the charge, his movements turning from assertive to dominant as he pushed a thigh between the man's legs instinctively to drive his arousal into the fray, the elf's lips parting as he let his tongue curiously graze over the mage's bottom lip before ensnaring the muscle between his teeth. Deft fingers climbed up Hawke's sides, following the patterns of muscle and bone toward the mage's hips. However his talons would only labour his executions and so the warrior pushed on Hawke to make the man stumble back.

It was a push that wouldn't be enough to make the mage fall over, but one that signified that Fenris wasn't letting him go anywhere. The warrior turned to lock the front door of the manor, the loud click echoing off its fortification. His buckles were pulled out of their bonds, the metal sliding over his tanned skin as he allowed the gauntlets to tug from his hands and fall to the ground in a noisy clang, the elf dismantling his armor as he approached the mage with a commanding gait.

His fingers now free to do his bidding raised to rest on the mage's hips, their lower bodies once more colliding as he tugged them both together. Fenris' eyes wandered over the mage's chest and neck hungrily, his movements full of finesse and fire as he reached his other hand toward the mage's neck and pressed his lips once more to the mage's. This time the kiss was more controlled than wild, the elf's lips and head pivoting to allow his mouth to convey more message than meaning ever could. His lips pushed so they would force Hawke's mouth to open, the greedy tongue of the warrior dipping past to caress over the man's teeth as his hold on the mage's neck hardened, dipping Hawke closer so he could run the length of his tongue over the mage's. The warriors warm breath quivered over Hawke's chin as his calloused thumbs pushed down into the waistband of the mage's trousers, only for them to sweep upward and glide under his shirt instead.

At this rate there was not going to be any time for fun and games, the elf seemingly only interested in one thing as his thigh continued to push against the mage's neglected length, his touch controlled and skilled as he followed the shivers of pleasure over the mage's body, allowing Hawke to subconsciously guide him where he needed him most.


His question was answered by a kiss and the mage accepted. Fenris went even further than Hawke did, as though proving that he wanted more of the man, needed even. His legs weren't holding his weight properly so he shifted his arms, limbs hanging round the wolf's neck as his fingers buried themselves into silk white hair. He could hardly suppress the glee he felt when the pads of his fingers pressed unto scalp, the act one that always strayed to mind during his daydreams.

But he was suddenly released; his lips left hanging as the elf turned away, towards the door, towards the exit. Hawke's could hardly breathe as Fenris reached out... and snapped the lock in place. The tension quickly left him as he instead began to enjoy the view. Fenris had finally noticed how his armor was in the way and had begun to shrug it off. The gauntlets came away first, the metal clanging as its full weight was deposited on the floor. Tanned hands were exposed only to disappear under Hawke's clothes. Maker, the elf's touches were so hot; burning against the mage's skin. Once again he congratulated himself on his closet, robes would have made it impossible for the elf's hands to touch him immediately.

The exploring fingers came to remind Hawke that he was now on the losing end, the elf's armor still anchored tightly around his body. With a frustrated huff, he began working on the buckles, pulling and pushing just to get to the skin underneath. He needed to concentrate to get the elf out of his clothes but Fenris was not making it any easier. No sooner had Hawke started did he stop, the elf was kissing him again, and he did have a talented tongue; one that Hawke was free to savour as it slipped past his lips to caress the inside of his mouth. He welcomed the intrusive flesh, sucked and licked it in return when he can, when he himself was not trying to taste the elf's mouth.

Hawke was in no means a virgin, seasoned from long experience with both men and women. But by the Maker, Fenris was better at it than him; the elf carrying on an onslaught that had the mage unable to do anything but react. Who topped and who bottomed was one thing that had never bothered him before and letting Fenris lead suited him just fine. For once, here was someone that did not need Hawke's guidance or help; he'd need someone like the wolf even if he won't admit it.

His hands had once again found their way into the elf's hair, pressing and massaging the soft nape even as they broke away for breaths. Only then did Hawke take a good look at both of them. They were both filthy, dirt and dust clinging to their skin like a film; how he wasn't bothered by it was a question in itself. A laugh escaped his lips breathily when he realized the state he was in. Horny, dirty and downright addicted, he'd probably nod and go along with it if Fenris insisted on doing the deed right on Hawke's doorway. They were dry-humping anyway, just take the clothes off and he'd call it having sex.

He calmed himself however, despite the elf's insistent rubbing; grabbing unto roaming hands and leaning in to bite the sharp tip of a velvety ear. Maker, he didn't have an elf fetish, did he? If Hawke did have one, he had it bad.

"Let's go someplace better," he murmured into the ear he'd been laving attention on and drew back, his gaze catching the elf's as he leaned in to plant a small dry kiss on the closed mouth and chuckled when Fenris made to follow his lips back with an annoyed sound. As much as he'd like to give Fenris what he obviously wanted, the entryway wouldn't be his first choice for something he'd dreamed of since their first meeting. No, the Amell estate had better places for this.

He held tight to one of the wolf's hands, fingers lacing into the tanned digits as they walked back through the house. Hawke led Fenris through a door and down a short flight of stairs to the common bath. It was one luxury of the house that Hawke had held on to, the large sunken tub in one of the basement-level floors. The room was just as big as his bedroom with stone benches lining the walls. Steam suffused the air as they walked in, the water in the shallow pool heated by one of Sandal's runes. The bath was his 2nd favourite place in the house after the library, and this was where he liked to soak the pain and aches of the day away. He hoped it would suffice the elf and their make-out session. It would certainly keep them clean if they did decide to go further, soft and pliant as well with all the hot water to go around.

He closed the door behind them with a click and Hawke stepped into the elf's arms once again. Now that he didn't have a lot distracting him, he'd finally be able to undo the last straps of the wolf's armor, the chestplate pieces coming off with one last tug.


Sleek white strands of hair parted and dipped under the raven's touches, the pressure all but drawing their mouths closer, the entirety of their tongues lacing and dancing in precise loops. The mage's scent was revitalizing, reminding the wolf this wasn't a dream or a fantasy. It only spurned him even more that he could taste him, his skin, and the remnants of alcohol. All of which served to drive the elf deeper, the calloused nubs of his fingertips dipping into every rib, every old scar as his hands travelled up, palms smoothing over the man's back as his nails dug into the flesh.

The massage was entirely welcome, the edges of the elf's lips spreading into a smirk that the mage could feel tightening against his own mouth, Fenris' tongue withdrew so his lips could ensnare the other's in velvety suckles. His own excitement had already sprung to life, the elf's arousal engorging under the tight constriction of his leggings. The mage's thighs and legs teased him enough, one of the wolf's hands dislodging from out of his shirt so he could run a palm up the side of the mage's neck.

His fingers collected at the base of Hawke's hairline as their mouths finally unlocked, the elf's warm pants spreading between their moist lips. The faint hairs on the Tevinter's arms stood on end as that warm chuckle spread over him, the warrior only reacting with searching the mage's eyes for clues about what he had found so amusing. His eyes widened as he felt the edge of his sensitive ear nipped in Hawke's amusement, a shiver running down from Fenris's ear to his neck, right down into his throbbing cock. He shot the mage a glance as he found his body being pulled toward an area the mage obviously had a plan for. The way he had toyed with his ear and whispered to him had been a downright tease, the elf gliding along as their fingers laced together.

Already was Fenris hot and bothered and simply thought of taking Hawke right here and then. But he chuckled at the thought and followed the raven down into the depths of his abode, willing to put such reasons behind him if the man had other ideas of how they could spend their time together. "You...have something in mind, I take it?" His eyes couldn't help but admire the mage's behind as the two approached what seemed to be a common bath. He didn't bother to pull his eyes away until he was practically almost standing in it, Hawke disengaging to lock the door sealed behind them. Finally, they were alone. At least down here they wouldn't be interrupted by Leandra wandering back. The thought of the old woman stumbling upon her son mating with an elf, let alone, another male brought a bemused smirk to the warrior's lips.

Green eyes searched the mage's face as his arms instinctively raised to poise themselves back around the man's midriff; allowing Hawke to disassemble the rest of his armor. The buckles were slid and unclipped with a bit of tugging, the wolf always sealing it tight for battle. A distinct hollow ring echoed out into the bathroom as the breastplate fell to the ground, all but the sharp epaulets of his shoulders remaining. Fenris too had done his own bit of work, fingers sliding in and through the laces and threads holding Hawke's tunic in place all the while leaning his head against the mage's neck, his lips suckling and nibbling in uneven pecks.

He pulled on the vestige of the shirt and tugged it over the mage's shoulders, exposing what lay underneath. Fenris stood back to admire the view as he left Hawke's neck to seek reprieve from the torment, vision gliding down the dark chest hair and defined muscles. Hawke was an extremely handsome man and now having been able to admire him up close would only make the warrior feel affirmation in his quest. He truly was a lucky man.

The elf leaned forward to worship the object of his desires; his fingers and hands smoothing over the muscles of the mage's back as his lips and tongue danced paths of pleasure down the mage's chest. His fingers slid down in a single firm stroke, the lyrium leaving an intoxicating trail as his tongue flicked at one of the buds of his nipples. The elf flicked at the flesh in a teasing motion before sweeping it in a controlled circle, the fingers all but deepening further until they surpassed the folds of Hawke's trousers, the digits dragging his nails over the plump mounds of his ass.

Fenris growled in want as he leaned over to tease the second bud, his hips rising to drill his arousal into the mage. The stiffness that met him was a welcome a surprise, judging by how it felt then it seemed that Hawke was well gifted - An area he planned on lavishing later. A playful light played through the green flicks of the warrior's eyes as he came to open them, staring up at Hawke through his bangs as he suckled on his nipple suggestively. The warrior's hands gripped him as his body twisted, Fenris using his shorter and stronger stature to throw Hawke into the heated bath.

The steaming water frothed upon the splash of impact, Hawke all but left to find his grounding as the water surged around him. The water was considerably deep, almost enough to be called a pool rather than a bath. However, as the mage realised what had happened the wolf was onto him, Fenris pressing up in behind him as his wet clothes soaked against the mage's back. Slender fingers caressed down the raven's hips with intrigue, the palms of his warm hands smoothing down the fabric of his thighs. Hawke could feel the tight muscles of the elf's abdominals press against his back along with the very stiff length now resting against one of his arse cheeks. Fenris let his fingers caress in slow teasing circles over the mage's concealed legs as he leaned over, the elf's chin coming to rest on Hawke's shoulder.

"I like the way you think, Hawke." Fenris spoke in a sultry yet playful tone, his lips pulling into a smug grin as he simply held the mage in place, his arousal nesting just above Hawke's ass.


Leather was never made to hide things, and the tight fit surely wasn't helping. But Hawke didn't mind, he revelled in it, his gaze running down and up and back after the armor was cast off. He bit his lip to hide his excitement as his own shirt was discarded over his head, the elf's tugging setting an urgency that Hawke loved. Hawke was in no means a vain man but the way Fenris was staring, the raven hoped he'd at least be up to par. His doubts were not for long however because the wolf made his appreciation known almost immediately. If Hawke's been staggering before he was boneless now. The elf was making a sport of edging the mage on, teasing with bites and licks that had the blood rushing to his groin in shuddering pleasure. He wouldn't even mind if the elf was rougher, the wolf was free to do as he pleased. And Hawke had a nagging feeling that Fenris was keeping his dominant side at bay.

His own hands had dipped and circled behind the wolf's back, fingers latching unto the clasps holding his vest closed. And once again to be derailed from his quest when hands all but grabbed at his ass, the tiny squeak of surprise muffled against his bitten lips. And then he was being pushed both backwards and forwards, the wolf's fingers dragging him and the unmistakable arousal grinding the mage forward. He hadn't known he'd closed his eyes but opening them led to a meeting between green depths, one that glimmered right before throwing Hawke into the water.

Bastard! The mage sputtered and cursed, pulling himself up from out of the water as he all but drowned in the three feet of heated bath. He was about to turn towards the elf and give him a good telling off, when the other's body sidled closer from behind. And then the fingers were on him again, lyrium-lined palms that both burned and now sparked against magic-infused flesh. And something much better than hands, Fenris was making his interests known. A hardness that Hawke could recognize was pushing up against him, slipping into the small hollow of his back to rub right down to where his cheeks parted. This time, he did groan and pushed back against the elf, volunteering more offhand encouragement to whatever the warrior had planned.

His pants now felt uncomfortable against him and the mage was quick to slip it off and let it float away. Now this was much better, he could feel the wet leather slick about his skin, his own arousal reacting much more that his smallclothes were now unwanted. But he left it for the elf to undo, instead choosing to drift a ways to the side where a small running ledge made for a nice seat in the water. He dropped himself on it and leaned back against the bath's edge, his legs spread to invite the elf closer.

And closer did Fenris come, their fronts now pressed near unimpeded against each other. The water was doing a marvellous job, soaking the mage's smalls that it was almost like there was nothing in between. The last of the clasps came undone along with the spiky shoulder guards. Around and off the tanned arms the leather came, only to have the mage fling it to dry ground. And then he finally had his view. Sweet Andraste's ass, has Hawke seen a finer specimen than the elf? Maybe, but the memory eluded him. Fenris was perfect in his eyes, all strapping lithe muscles and equally tanned skin inherent of his genes. Scars and lyrium markings swirled over every dip and mound, sometimes unrecognizable from the other. They all told a story of the elf's past, one that Hawke simply accepted as easily as he took the wolf into his arms. Unlike Hawke, Fenris was near hairless, the only sign of any being the almost invisible trail that started from his navel to lead and disappear underneath the leather. There was no sign of fat anywhere, all muscles and bones that made the raven feel like he needed to exercise more just to keep his insecurities in check.

But there were better things to do than stare right now. Hawke wrapped one of his arms about the elf's neck and pulled him in for another kiss while the other strayed to the laces holding the wolf's pants closed. And to find the knot just above the bulge that was driving him crazy earlier, there was no way Hawke could resist not teasing.

He cupped Fenris through his trousers, his hand spreading fitfully above the elf's arousal as he massaged the outline of the other's cock through the leather. A groan against his lips conveyed both their excitement but the mage was not finished. Abandoning treasure, he raised his fingers to the elf's waistband and started delving. He only managed to slip a finger under the waistband but it should be enough. With some machinations he was able to run the tip of the trespassing digit just over the wolf's base, the sole finger pressing and running over what flesh he could reach. He knew from the wolf's growl that the mage was treading it close, but he sucked on Fenris' tongue in apology instead before finally pulling at the laces that held him in.

With the leather loose, the mage was more than free to dip his whole hand inside and touch the elf unimpeded. And his efforts did not go appreciated it seems, Fenris was grounding his arousal into Hawke's palm, the organ a hard velvety heat in his hand.


As serious as he was, he couldn't help but reveal that playful humor that ensconced itself beneath his broody exterior. The elf nibbled at the back of the mage's neck playfully as the man pulled at the strains clinging to his legs, the mage's pants being flung away. The small clothes left little to the imagination and boy did the elf's imagination run, his teeth sinking into the man's flesh in a bite that wasn't meant to penetrate flesh - at least not yet.

The fingers on his thighs slid up at the invitation, slipping the tips of his digits around the rim of his underwear. However the grazing was released as the mage sauntered over to the edge of the tub, allowing Fenris to stand back to admire the view. Hawke's pants hadn't done his ass any justice, the two perfectly round mounds firm and inviting. His personal drooling only intensified as Hawke came to turn around and sit upon the ledge, his legs spreading to show off the bulge of his erect cock. Fenris' face flushed with heat at the sight, his own cock twitching in anticipation as he neared the mage once more; hands gliding down the human's thighs as he teasingly pressed the leather against his arousal.

He leaned over until his lips caressed the mage's ear, flicking his tongue out to run laps around the outer rim before dipping behind to leave a trail of fiery kisses down his neck. He let his arms pull at the sensation of his vest coming undone, the material stretching and tugging over his wrists as his chest was finally released from all bondage. Every inch of his chest shimmered in the low light, beaded in sweat or the remains of blood and dirt. Lyrium markings ran in symmetrical paths, painting down his tanned skin only to fan out and vanish into loops and arcs. Scars too marked the decadent flesh, each marking telling an unspoken story. But despite being covered from head to toe in battle wounds and lyrium branches, the elf was the pinnacle of his kind in regards to their beauty; his body tailored to perfection after decades of dedication spent running and fighting.

Hawke too was a sight to behold, the muscles and lines of hair running down his body pointing Fenris to all the right directions. Making Hawke flustered had served him well, the blood rushing to his face and tousled hair making him all the more adorable. Fenris found it oddly cute how the shemlen gazed at him when he had successfully got under his skin, a small but silent victory in his case. He felt the mage pull him in and he was too happy to oblige, their lips connecting once more as the elf let out a gentle moan upon the sensation of his breeches being opened.

His hips tilt forward to allow the mage access, Hawke's fingers undoing the laces at a painful rate. The throbbing was swelling his length but to discover the mage endeavoured to tease him had made the warrior growl in frustration. His tongue wriggled and ran over Hawke's in retaliation, the mage's lips curling around the organ to gift him a suckle of apology. His touch instantly sparked the warrior to return to his former lead, the elf's tongue slipping out of the Fereldan's mouth so that his lips could run down the base of his neck. However it was a bite that met his skin, not a kiss. Fenris sunk his teeth in deeper this time, the fingers on the mage's thighs having slipped up to hold the mage in place. He pulled on the thick dark locks, snapping the man's head back as he tasted the copper running over his teeth. The bite subsided as he puckered his lips over the tear, replacing pain with pleasure as he kissed and licked it dry.

The hand clenched around the mage's wrist tugged, forcing him to take his cock. For an elf he sported an admirable length, both size and girth more than enough to sate the mage's curiosity. It was also surprisingly heavy, the delicious head slightly red with friction. The warrior's hand released his vice to tug down the leggings, muscles rippling under ebony. Finally he was free, the elf pulling his lips away from the wound to stand proudly before his lover. He kept a hand in the mage's hair, the fingers caressing over his scalp as his body shift forward, thighs parting to rest himself right in the man's lap.

He wouldn't just stand by and be serviced like a magister, no. Fenris had better things in mind than to be a greedy fool. He released the grip from the mage's hair and leaned forward, fingers and lips draping down Hawke's chest in worship. He let his tongue do the talking, the appendage leaving a slick trail down the centre of the man's chest. He ventured lower, the mage's lower body still underwater so he slipped his calloused hands into the depths, his grip landing onto those glorious round mounds as his body pushed up until the mage was left with only his calves dangling in the water. Fenris gave the mage a determined glance, his head now able to transfer lower as he nipped above the man's navel.

He circled the dip of flesh, tongue running through the trail of hair with delight. The wolf's slender fingers roved down to caress into the outline of the mage's cock, drawing over its surface in the same manner he had learned to use the quill. He glanced up to keep his gaze locked with the raven's, his tongue running through the plumage of hair only to disembark and run seductive kisses down his inner thighs. Fenris' lips parted to ensnare his teeth around his undergarments, the elf choosing to undress Hawke's final line of salvation with his teeth.


The water sloshed about them like a wave as he was all but lifted by the elf. Balance was restored soon as Hawke found himself gripping his lover's head gently, at a much higher vantage point than normal. The tub rim was just there and he wiggled the small distance with his hips, perching his own bottom upon the cool stone. Now he didn't have to feel like he'd topple over any second and the elf was free to do what he wanted without fear of drowning.

What the elf wanted was to bare the mage in full, it seemed. His underclothes stripped away, Hawke had nothing to hide him from view, not even the water for he was seated above it. But that mattered little for who can worry about decency when Fenris was driven on making the mage crazier than he already was. Without anywhere his hands could go, Hawke settled for playing with the fine hairs on the wolf's nape while his other arm went round to support his torso. Lower went the elf's head, playing at paler flesh with sharp nips and wet licks. Even his hands were restless, never straying from Hawke's backside as though to part would be the death of him.

But all sensations paled in comparison to what the elf was doing with his mouth, when those sinful lips made the mage's thighs his game field. It was torture, the way he laved attention upon the secret flesh and yet never did the same to the already straining organ right beside it. A whine escaped his lips when one of Fenris' nips came close, but still nothing. He reckoned it was revenge for his actions earlier but what he did was nothing compared to what the warrior was putting him through now. And there was nothing Hawke could do to take matters in his own hands save suffer and enjoy the lewd ministrations.

Still, just because he couldn't get his hands on the elf's goods didn't mean that he had to stay still. Fenris' head was right there in arms reach, and if Hawke's eyes had not deceived him, there was a particularly sensitive part of his body right there.

His hand abandoned the elf's nape for now and instead switched to one of his ears. There was a distinct twitch at contact that encouraged the mage more. His fingers were running the whole length, twice that of a normal human's and ten times as sensitive it seems. He twitched the point, scratching the flesh behind the ear with a fingernail as he gave the lobe a cursory pinch. Ah, the elf was glaring at him now, a good sign in this scenario. His fingers spread out; thumb resting on the wolf's ear as the rest curled around and behind his neck as though he was cupping the elf's jaw. He could barely manage it but he did so anyway, bending himself sideways and closer to not just nip, but bite unto the ungiven flesh. The action must have been unexpected because the water sloshed to the elf's jerk.

But Hawke was not finished; he had one more card he wanted to play. He'd had this done to him before but he hadn't given it much stock then. Human ears were not elven, and were thus not suited for much teasing. The mage blew into the wolf's ears gently, noting how a small shudder had run through Fenris when he did. He swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth and gave the lobe a curious lick, a bit salty with sweat but nothing he couldn't bear. He downright started a soft gnawing, often pausing to press a kiss to the tip. Finally, when he thought he couldn't bear it any longer, he started using his tongue, the soft organ rendered less slimy with saliva because he'd kept swallowing any. He pushed against the inside, poking at each raise of flesh before finally pressing against the ear hole. It hadn't been a great experience when he first had one done to him, but he hoped it'd be at least better with Fenris. He made sure to never breach far enough to injure and instead concentrated on making small flicking licks at the flesh, enough to tickle and bother Fenris in his own actions.

He had no idea how that one carried out, but judging from the repressed shudders and the increasingly darkening glare he kept receiving, he must have uncovered something. The mage was grinning to himself when he pulled away, but not before leaving a last harder bite to the abused organ. He'd had his fun for now and he planned to let the elf continue without further interruption. He couldn't resist pulling the wolf's face up for a kiss however, not that Fenris minded.


He continued to flick cautionary glances at the mage as he let his lips trail the path around the mage's arousal, his movements deliberately neglecting where he was needed most. Maker did Hawke look like a mess, his chest rising and falling in desperate pants as he tried to contain his whines of disapproval. The elf noted charitably how well the mage had controlled himself, his legs shivering and hips arcing with his movements yet not completely surrendering.

However, his composure was all but swept away as the edge of his ear was fondled. His body jerked involuntarily at the touch and the moment he sent Hawke a dark glare for his reactions he knew he would quickly come to regret it. Hawke leaned over and now divested his full attention to making the elf tremble, his muscular body shivering at every lick and touch. He knew his ears were very sensitive, part of the reason he had refrained Isabela from touching them. If she knew they stirred a sexual reaction in him then she would surely have never stopped. It was the same reason he had not let Hawke know but now where they were both completely bare and unable to protect themselves, Fenris allowed his guard to drop to allow the mage to explore freely despite his personal discomfort.

He enjoyed it thoroughly, the warrior's fingers dipping so he could steady the mage's hips as he felt his tongue prod and lick around each part of the extra sensitive cartilage. The elf cursed under his breath as the human bit down, his cock now standing rock hard against his abdomen as each touch and ministration of his lobe caused a direct route of pleasure to pulsate down his body in waves. He bit into his lip as he attempted to steady himself, glaring daggers into the mage's face. There was no way out, Hawke now fully aware of just how much he could do to torture him.

It seemed they were swapping punishments, each making their own progress by reciting movements and skilled patterns to turn the other into jelly. Hawke pulled away but not without a kiss, the warrior leaning into the offering eagerly to prove his dominance once more; he wouldn't let a little ear biting and licking be his undoing. His hands bore down upon the mage's bottom and pulled, bringing Hawke back down into the soapy waters as it sloshed around them.

With hips lowering, the mage was positioned so his legs were spread but not too far, enough room for the elf to plant himself between. There he tilt his hips forward, the solid length of his cock rubbing against that of the mage. He let out a groan of frustration into the mage's open mouth as he rocked and thrust against him, their lengths pressing and swording each other in the bath's depths. His tongue battled with Hawke's, fighting to make the other succumb as one of his hands strayed further. Calloused rough fingers pressed against Hawke's most sensitive part, the digits circling the rim of tightened muscle with precision.

He pulled the fingers away however, leaving a groan of want to manifest on the mage's lips. Fenris sucked his tongue out of the raven's mouth, his hand caressing over the man's beard and chin in admiration before clenching his fist save for two fingers. "Suck." The elf commanded and without permission pushed the digits into the mage's mouth. He let Hawke taste himself, the fingers of the elf gliding over the mage's tongue. The warrior's hips continued to thrust, forcing their cocks to butt heads and compete as Hawke suckled and licked his digits individually until both were fully coated in saliva. Lowering a thigh, the wolf pushed his knee under the mage's ass, forcing him to lift and tilt slightly in the water.

Fenris made note to make sure he would put Hawke's mouth to good use later, the elf's prepared fingers lowering until they sunk into the depths of the water. He wasted no time to allow the saliva to escape, the two prepared digits pushing with force past the ring of muscle. Their length slid steadily and firmly into the mage, Fenris leaning over him as he guided his fingers right up to his knuckles. He flexed the digits, the silky innards of the mage thumping against his intrusion. He tested the resistance by wriggling his fingers, swimming them with care through the rings of muscle. It was a similar sensation akin to when he plunged his hands into his victims.

Once he was satisfied with how Hawke responded he pulled the digits out almost to the very end of his fingers, Fenris scissoring the puckering hole with care. He rocked his hips once more, his fully engorged cock now at rest against the mage's lower stomach in a demand for attention. Then the wolf slid the digits back in, the middle finger brushing out to sweep the interior for that sensitive bundle of nerves. He would need to know where it was if he planned on making Hawke's night a worthy one and with each person having a different anatomy it might take a few slides and shifts to find the hidden gem. A jewel he planned on ruining until the man below him would be but a sweaty used mess.


"Suck." the order came unbidden. It shouldn't but the commanding tone Fenris had taken with him made the mage shudder as he opened his mouth to receive the digits obediently. There was no question now where this was heading, the elf's destination flaring in those green depths half hidden under damp wet bangs.

He suckled and licked with his tongue, laving the digits as though they were a lifeline. A difficult job made even more difficult by the hardness pressing against his. It was all too much and yet too little, his own hands had drifted down and had in all intent purchased a hold on both their aroused self. Maker, this was hot. The water, their bodies pressed against each other, the steam, the lengths of flesh that both throbbed and seared his palm with fire, the feeling of his blood rushing to the loud thumps of his heart, even the elf's usually electric lyrium markings; everything intended to burn Hawke from both inside and out.

His mouth was left empty however, though he himself replaced it by surging for the wolf's lips, his tongue thrusting into the other's mouth in exchange. A good thing he did too, for the fingers he'd loved were now making their way inside him. His cry was stifled on the other's tongue, whether it was from pain or pleasure, he had no idea. But the fingers were now in him, rude bastards much like their owner. They rubbed at his inner walls, pushing against the wall that more than once Hawke had shifted his hips upward to escape the pressure. It burned inside him, the mage having little to no experience on the receiving end. The last time he had any was more than a year ago, back when he'd been working with Athenril.

When the elf spread him open, Hawke could hardly keep his voice down. They were in the water, for fuck's sake! The hot water had rushed in, filling the space that the fingers did not occupy. The mage involuntarily clenched down on Fenris at the sensation, something he'd most probably feel in more detail later. The rude awakening merely spurred him on however, as his loosened grip tightened and pulled once again on both their cocks. The weeping heads were just above the water and Hawke need only glance down to appreciate how precum beaded from their slits in almost perfect synchronization.

But Fenris was doing something else, prodding more insistently at the mage's walls, looking. Hawke had an idea what, but he wasn't going to help Fenris in his quest. Instead he angled his hips further, moving a bit forward to give the elf more access as he raised his legs. He knew he was almost teasing, if not for the look of desperation on his face. He was past teasing now, the urgency having caught up with him. What he needed was to be filled, the water having softened him enough that he knew penetration wouldn't hurt, probably.

He had a much better view now, with Fenris looming above him in all earnestness. This way he could see much better the way the green depths had almost darkened to black, and how the elf's lips were thinned in concentration, though an occasional red tongue darted out every now and then to lick kiss-bruised lips.

The view he'd been enjoying was suddenly interrupted however, and not in a bad way. The wolf had found what he'd been looking for, that small gland that had the mage arching up with a cry of surprise. In the suddenness of it all, he had squeezed too tightly on their cocks, a wince crossing the elf's face briefly before Hawke released them to steady himself against the ledge. Even before the mage could recover from the shock, he'd been pushed once again and this time he might have really slipped was he not expecting it.

A whine escaped his lips as he panted and reached for the intruding hand, anything to still the elf's fingers. His grip was slipping however and all he could really do was try not to move too much lest he slip from his precarious perch. Andraste's ass... the elf was not letting him go that easy, was he? He should have known better, the smug smirk on those lips should have clued him in earlier. He was doing this to render Hawke into a pile of mush, not that he wasn't making any headway. In a brief moment of rest and rebellion, the mage had darted upwards to deliver a rather rough bite on that smug smile of his before letting his lips drift towards the elf's ear.

"Fuck me, Fenris. I want your cock filling me to the brim, marking me within," he wasn't one for dirty talk, no. But desperate times called for desperate measures. He pulled away in embarrassment, with cheeks flushed and his mouth parted. A glance at the wolf's face told of his success in getting a rise out of the other and he did his best to keep his victorious grin down. He merely hoped his lover wouldn't use it against him later in polite company, or in Isabela's. Maker knows there was no need to hand the pirate any more arsenal.


The raven's body twisted and tightened around him, their cocks now fully coaxed to maximum capacity. Fenris was all the more eager than to accept the human's rough touches, the pain he had felt all but drowning him further into desire. To finally have Hawke in his arms responding to him, swimming with him through the depths of pleasure after months of endless pining felt like true paradise. He left the elf breathless, Fenris tilting his head back to catch an intake of fresh air before returning his attention back to Hawke's ministrations, the water sloshing about with their increasing speed and rhythm.

His fingers had pressed deeper, Hawke's re-positioning guiding him closer to gold and with a tease he had struck it. The elusive gem had finally been found, causing the mage to jump and gasp in surprise. A wicked gleam came to the elf's darkened eyes as he released the nerve, circling the pad of his finger around it in a teasing manner before pressing back in; Hawke throwing himself at the warrior's lips to silence his cries.

Hawke had released him to bite at his chin, the wolf leaning to allow the mage more access as he teased away from the bundle of nerves, allowing the mage some respite to talk. He loved it when Hawke was rough with him, the constant shift between gentle, longing and rough intervals of connection keeping the elf on his toes. "Fuck me, Fenris. I want your cock filling me to the brim, marking me within." That remark had caused the elf's body to tense, his cock twitching against the raven's hip. He had never dealt with dirty talk. Even the whores he had hired had all but been quiet, actions in replace of words. He didn't need to be lulled with false advertising and emotions, all he wanted was them to react and respond; nothing more. But to hear Hawke encourage him in such a way, using that deep tone of his - it was enough to drive the elf to the edge.

But Hawke wasn't a whore nor a woman. He respected the mage and knew that despite his words that he would want to execute the details with care. Fenris paused and bit on his bottom lip in consideration, his cock continuing to throb as he withdrew his fingers out of the mage's ass, the warm ring of muscle slipping. Maker knew how much he wanted to bend him over here and use him until they were both sore and spent but his tactful nature told him to speak his mind. He moved forward until their chests were pressed together, arms rising so his hands could splay on either side of the mage. It was close enough to keep the tension and heat but far enough that would allow Hawke to consider his question without resorting to the easy option.

"Do you wish to do it here or shall we continue this elsewhere?" He kept his distance as he eyed the mage down, taking the time to admire his fuzzled composure in silence. Hawke was left with two options; they could stay here and do the deed in the tub or they could retire to the bedroom where it would allow more room for their activities. Both had their pros and cons but the elf was willing to leave it to the mage to decide. He was keen and ready to go whenever Hawke wanted but he wouldn't procrastinate forever. He had to make a choice and quick otherwise the elf would decide on his behalf and simply have his way with him over the basin.


Here or elsewhere, now that was a conundrum. The mage's first instinct was to say here and let Fenris take him right there and then. But there was the fact that sooner or later, the other members of the household would arrive in a while, more importantly, his mother would surely not like the scene.

So he rose to his elbows and caught the elf's lips in his. He loved bathing, yes; but they won't be able to take their sweet time in the water nor just collapse in it when they're done. Reason after reason, the bed was making more an impression on him especially once he realized he can just fall asleep after Fenris had his way with him.

"Let's go upstairs," he finally said though he regretted leaving the elf's warm embrace. Out of the bath he went, pausing to pick their discarded clothes up and hand the elf's armor to him. They'd make a mess walking through the halls with water dripping from the leather and cloth, but the carpet would survive. The mage did not think they'd have the time to pause and wring their clothes dry in the state they were in.

Even as they walked through the hall and up the stairs, the mage could not help but stick close to Fenris, sometimes accidentally brushing his hand against a naked thigh, often lingering to rub on a raised hipbone or slide down a curved cheek. They did take pause to share and pet heavily for a few minutes against the stairs, giving attention to their front when the cold air made them flag a bit. They didn't have to worry though, Hawke's bedroom was but a short trip and soon they had the door locked behind them, and all limits they had left were off and unshackled.

The room was dark, only the moon shining through the windows provided ample lighting. The fireplace was cold; Bodahn had not made a fire in his departure. But the bed was made, and this was where Hawke collapsed as he eyed the elf up and down from where he sat. He was beautiful, his lyrium markings now glowing in the dark as Hawke traced them with his eyes. The curls and curves were continuous, swirling all throughout the wolf's body like small glowing rivers to join and separate where they liked. Hawke planned to follow each and every branch later once they'd calmed down, preferably with his mouth.

But the attention he'd paid unto the lyrium had roused a question in his mind, one that he dare not ask if he knew it wasn't important. He reached out and took Fenris' hand in his, his thumb brushing just besides one of the branded curves but never quite touching it.

"Does it hurt when I touch you?" he asked, remembering the old conversation he once had with the elf. Fenris did say there was some discomfort, but those had been casual ones, touches that did not linger nor bordered upon the intimate. They'd been petting heavily since then, and the mage hoped he hadn't caused much pain with what he'd been doing. And though he showed concern for Fenris, he couldn't just stop touching the elf now. Indeed, even though he asked he was already pulling the warrior towards him, one hand resting on a svelte hip.

And as though to drive his question further, he tipped his head forward and lapped at a lyrium curl in the elf's inner thigh. He could feel the raised flesh even without looking and he sucked on it softly, planting one of his own marks where people would not see it. A hard heady musk exuded from where the elf's legs met and the mage inhaled it greedily even as he nibbled nearer to the proud length of flesh jutting in reaction to Hawke's ministrations.

It was a handsome cock, to Hawke's standards. Certainly not a size to be laughed at, and a good healthy colour to it too, one that was steadily flushing crimson the more aroused the elf got. Beads of precum dripped from the head to roll down the length or to wet the mage's hands when he finally came round to hold it. My, Fenris was rather heavy, and very hot. Hawke had his nose pressed to one side of the elf's member while his mouth made fair game of the sacs hanging from underneath it. He couldn't quite fit both of them in his mouth, not that he tried; but he was able to pull and nip at the skin with his teeth, sucking half of a ball to rest in his mouth while he breathed heavily upon it.

A glance upwards told him that he had the elf's attention now, but he stopped and met the gaze before planting an open mouthed kiss on the straining organ, a kiss of promise for things to come.


The night they were sharing was of great surprise and only continued to exceed the elf's expectations. He had come here under the pretences he was going to have a quick service and nothing more. But the mage lingered and teased him as they edged up the stairs, the elf all but returning the mage's eager touches with ones of his own. The watery path that had lain out behind them was sure to be a hazard but there was only one thing that played on Fenris' mind. He had not expected such rich attention or adventure coming here. By now he usually would have left but the longer he stayed and teased, the more intrigued he became as well as his heart. He knew now that he harboured feelings for the mage but for how far those feelings went he did not know. Part of this night was to be spent answering that question.

With a light thud the door closed behind them, the warrior moving so he could hang his clothes up near the mantelpiece. He felt the mage's eye on him and so he turned from the shadows to face him, his length still slightly engorged although the trip through the cold air of the manor had sullen his manhood slightly; nothing that couldn't be fixed however. The wolf strode over to the bed where Hawke awaited him, allowing the mage to take his hand curiously. He watched in fascination as the man studied his markings, knowing that perhaps this was probably the only time the elf had truly let him without pulling away. "Yes...but it is a pain that I will welcome gladly." The Tevinter answered with as much earnest as he could admit. Truth told it was always painful, just that those of non-magic descent had less effect. They were markings that were gateways to summon flame at his beckoned call and because of such abilities; they could never heal. They were the equivalent of constant open wounds, those such as mages making a bigger impact as the lyrium reacted more violently to them.

"But...your touch has changed since the first time we met. It's as almost as if they recognise you..." The faint discomfort and pain was nothing to the sheer pleasure the mage could reward, watching though lidded eyes as Hawke leaned over to lap at one of the lyrium pathways on his thigh. Fenris shivered at the touch, his other hand searching out to gently embrace the human's cheek in encouragement. He was already twitching back to full length, the shaft of his manhood once more filling with blood to rise against his stomach.

His toes curled in as Hawke tended to his most guarded area, one of the wolf's legs raising to rest on the bottom of the bed-frame to allow the man to venture further. Fenris' breath heaved as the mage suckled him, his waist swaying gently with the motions. He admired just how much Hawke devoted into his movements, treating Fenris with such care and respect that it made his heart almost swell. Hawke truly wasn't here to have a good time, he could tell by the way as he watched him worship his body. There was so much more to it, a deeper underlying connection that the elf had often dismissed for the sake of business. But this was no longer about business or debt, this was personal and the prospect of being connected to someone on such a level was unknown territory.

Fenris could only close his eyes as he shivered in delight and anticipation, controlling his own need to simply just jump the mage here and now and tackle him into the bed below. He reopened his eyes to gaze down at the man through heavy lids, his dark lashes and brow lightly furrowing in want. It wasn't the same as it was when he had the rare coin to throw at courtesans. This was different and as curious as the elf was to investigate, part of him was afraid; a fear that he refused to admit. He shook his thoughts of negative afflictions, choosing only to focus on the present and enjoy the man's attention.

"Hawke..." The elf breathed in a daze as the grip on the male's hair tightened. No, he wouldn't allow his emotions to cloud his vision and ruin this moment. He focused on something else, his mind reeling back to the time that every mage he had encountered had betrayed or stabbed him in the back. It was something at least, a fuel for the elf to burn off. Anything than that uncomfortable connection he knew nothing of. He stepped forward, pulling the mage away with the grip on his hair and forcing the man to lie down. He then saddled Hawke on either side of his face and planted his cock right back where it belonged; sealed between those dry and tight lips that sought to drain him dry. He was raised enough to not crush the mage's with his weight, his body leaning back slightly to give Hawke a view that Andraste herself would be envious of.

He pushed his hips forward, greedily seeking to bury more of him in the mage's mouth. He wondered if Hawke could take him but refused to go about it in any other way. He was still a man and as so he needed to be treated as such, the warrior tugging Hawke's head forward to slide his girth down the back of his throat.


He had to take Fenris' word for it, the mage was sure they'd have stopped long before now had there been too much pain. Instead he allowed himself to fall heavily on the sheets, working his way up the mattress to rest his head against the pillows. The elf was making a show of himself, making his wants known in the way he sat himself above the mage. And there was nothing else Hawke wanted more than to accommodate the wolf in any which way he wished.

So he grabbed on to Fenris' thighs, pushing the male back a bit to pay more attention to the veins running through the thick length. Blood pulsed within them, a particularly throbbing one calling Hawke's attention as he curled his lips around the base. He followed its ascent, nipping and suckling to entice more of the elf's cum out of him. A glance up said that he wasn't the only one enjoying this, the smouldering look of want on the wolf's face merely egging him on.

One last kiss and nibble at the wolf's sac and Hawke was ready to turn his attention elsewhere. He cradled the length in one hand, wrapping his fingers in such a way that the tip of his middle finger touched his base lightly while the head rested on his palm just above his wrist. It was perfect for him as he tilted his head and fed the elf's cock into his own mouth. He could feel it on his lips, the velvety skin plying into the mage's with a hardness of its own. He could taste him better, warm drops of cum burning his tongue as inch by inch Fenris went deeper. The mage had kept his lips closed, teeth held back as he tried emulating how it'd feel if the elf was fucking him; a slow gentle entry that stopped every now and then for Hawke to lick at the weeping head inside his mouth. Another push and he was flattening his tongue under the length in him, curling his own muscle around the other as he allowed a tiny hint of teeth to scrape the vein underside. He stopped when the head brushed against the back of his throat. He sighed at the sensation and was glad that Fenris had at least given him much of the reins this time. He wasn't a fan of deep throating, though he'd been schooled many times in the art of it. Still, this was Fenris and there was nothing Hawke could beget him.

He'd been massaging the wolf's inner thighs with his thumbs, stopping him every now and then when it all became too much for Fenris and he'd try thrusting deeper. But he let go of him now, instead allowing his hands to circle round and grab at the elf's globes as he pulled him deeper. The position wasn't giving him much space and so he'd tugged and pushed until Fenris got a clue, the elf kneeling forward to brace himself on the wooden head of the bed. This had Hawke flat on his back, his mouth tilted upwards as Fenris sank himself in deeper past the point where Hawke usually refused.

To be filled, that was all Hawke could feel as he swallowed round the organ's head to encourage it further in. There was no stopping until he had his nose buried in the fine hairs of the elf's thighs and even then he pressed closer, his eyelids falling shut at the sensation of breathlessness overtaking his lungs. He held the position for more than a moment, constricting his throat with tiny swallows that had the elf groaning above him. And then he bit down, gently mind you; nothing that would hurt Fenris; just enough to let the wolf get a bit of a surprise. It must have worked because the elf jerked upwards somewhat, the fast motion rasping his cock against the mage's throat.

Now that made him groan, minute vibrations that ran up the Tevinter's cock and into his gut if Hawke was to be believed. And like that the mage pushed him a bit away, freeing the weeping organ from his throat only to suckle at the slit deeply before starting a quickly accelerating cycle of push and pull. He held the elf still by his waist as he himself moved his own head. It was mostly shallow thrusts, quick ones that left the elf wanting. And when he did take him in deep again, he'd hold him there for long that it'd pull another sound from Fenris' lips.

He could feel him as he throbbed, and he knew when the elf was just about ready. There was a tenseness to him that Hawke could recognize, one that announced just when the wolf was about to come. And the raven stopped before it could happen, holding him away even as he breathed warmly upon the swollen head. He wanted the elf now, and by the Maker he'll have him; but not in his mouth, no. He wanted Fenris somewhere deeper, a place where he could feel and hold all of the wolf's essence as he comes.


Fenris allowed for his hips to be adjusted, his pelvis swivelling and tilting as to be better directed in the raven's searing mouth. It was a guilty pleasure of his, one that he had rarely any knowledge of until he left the Imperium. Essentially it was always him performing such tasks, forced to do the magister's bidding by playing a role had that only sought to frustrate him. It was one of his most common tasks to perform; servicing Danarius with lips and tongue between intervals of meetings or as reward for behaving well. To have him be on the receiving end of the act still made the elf's toes curl no matter how much control he attempted to convey.

And Maker did Hawke make it hard to maintain. The way he played such meticulous detail had the elf's pupils narrowing, his thoughts emptying as he struggled to comprehend just how good he was at such delivery. It wasn't like it was with the courtesans. They had simply got straight to the point and allowed him to enact his wishes as he saw fit. But Hawke guided him, his hips being pulled and straightened as his cock slid at different depths and intervals into the mage's mouth, the tongue caressing over the weeping head. He moved forward to grasp the headboard of the bed, his hands shaking as the mage persisted to deliver such strange and alien pleasure to the warrior simply from devotion. Fenris wasn't one to let the actions of another dictate how to feel but the curses of Tevene slipping from his mouth in hushed whispers was more than enough to let the mage know he was doing more than a satisfying job.

If Fenris wasn't soaring by now as Hawke had begun to buck his head then right at this moment he felt as if he was flying. Every pump of the mage's lips and tongue shallow as they might be made the elf sing, his lips parting to moan and growl with each breath. His tanned skin beaded with diamonds of perspiration as they glinted in the light of the moon, the thin veil of skin containing his powerful muscles rippling as he strained and fought against allowing himself to meet his limit before they had even started.

But before he could reach it the mage had stopped, pulling the pounding length from out of his lips with one final suck. Fenris took that as his chance and pulled away from the headboard, coming to lower until he could nest himself between the mages legs as he threw himself at the raven's lips. It was the only way to show his appreciation without making himself look like a fool, his lips and tongue caressing, suckling, and rubbing in the mage's mouth, both organs trailing over and around each other in an intimate dance.

He disengaged from the kiss to leave a fiery trail down the mages neck, his necking and fine touches forcing the mage to shiver with each peck. He followed the lines of hair down his masculine body, the cool light of the moon kissing them both in its glow as Fenris made it known he wasn't the only one who was to get a taste of paradise. He dipped down between the mage's legs, fingers dragging their nails into the flesh of the other's hips as his mouth went straight for his prize. A single finger steadied itself on the end of the beading head, holding the length straight as Fenris stroked his tongue up from the base to the head in a singular wipe, his dark eyes watching for the mage's reactions unless he needed him to stop or continue. He played the tip of his tongue around the glands, the edge slipping under the foreskin to leave a vacant trail. After rimming the head in a circle of saliva he pulled his tongue out, his lips parting to gift the mage's cock with tentative almost worshiping suckles; the elf's cheeks hollowing with each firm plant of devotion.

Between the powerful kisses he let his teeth graze along the veins, careful to not damage as he let his course integrate between heated suckles, rough grazing and attentive licks. He showered each and every inch of his cock with the movements until the member was left dotted in tiny red marks where the elf had let his teeth sear against the skin. The wolf moved the singular finger as his body shifted, shoulders widening so he could position himself correctly. He came from a low angle, his mouth opening to allow the engorged length to slip between his lips and his cheeks at a steady pace. He lowered his neck as he extended forward, the length of Hawke's member deepening until the elf's nose rest against the crown of dark hair, inhaling the masculine scent with vigour. His entire manhood now rest sported in the warrior's throat and mouth, Fenris clenching his lips in firm suckles around his base as his throat hummed in delight, sending deep vibrations into the mage's sex.

He kept the organ deep as his entire mouth recollected around him, lips puckering and sliding, tongue sweeping under during intervals of breath and that glorious throat that somehow Fenris had managed to train that could cause a milking reaction; the walls of muscle clenching and unclenching in controlled waves. And if that wasn't enough to drive the man crazy then the fingers scooping under to attend his sack would; the digits playing expertly at the bundles of nerves resting both between his shaft and balls as well as underneath.

Judging from how the mage reacted he gathered that he had done everything right, Hawke now gripping onto anything he could reach as he panted and moaned seemingly uncontrollably. But he wasn't here to end it so soon. No, he would torture the mage just as he had left him and so with a smooth withdrawal the pounding length was pulled, the slicked organ slapping down against his belly as the saliva pooled in and around his balls. "Turn around, Hawke." The elf said smoothly as he spat into the palm of his hand, his body leaning onto his knees as he went about lathering himself with the remains of saliva and precum in preparation. He would want Hawke comfortable and from experience he knew it was best to have them facing away as to allow a less-retentive descent without accidentally crushing or neglecting the other's length in the process. Slim fingers worked their way around his own excitement, washing it in a sticky slick film until he was entirely covered. The elf's dark eyes studied the mage as he turned to bend before him willingly and Maker, that ass could have driven any man crazy.


Fenris returning the favour was the least Hawke expected. With how strained the elf had been, the mage had been more than ready to have himself plundered and filled. But no, Fenris was crouched between his legs, delivering a job that far exceeded what Hawke had done. If he hadn't been half out of his mind, he'd have been discouraged by just how godly the elf's mouth was. Hawke had no idea how and where he learned it, and he was in no position to ask; but he was glad the warrior took no offense to taking the mage in his mouth.

He was more vocal of the two, his own shuddering gasps escaping his lips too often to be decent. And Hawke was more expressive, the mage made no try to limit the twitches and jerks his body went through, his fingers scrambling for anything to ground him. He could hardly recognize his voice as one of the wolf's questing fingers pressed at the flesh under his sacs, the skin synthesized by his arousal. And the noise, that god-awful noise of sucking and lapping. Each and every smack seemed magnified to the mage, the sound echoed by either a warm wet tongue on his meat or feel of suction on his reddened skin. He had no idea how Fenris managed it without a lot of pain, but there were kiss marks on his cock, decadent marks of what he'd been up to.

And just when the edge of his arousal was on him, the delicious cavern disappeared. A cold breeze on his naked length centred the mage as he opened his eyes, not remembering when he's shut them. The elf was on his knees, face shadowed in darkness though his lyrium were rippling about his skin in pulses. His hair hid his eyes but Hawke could imagine the predatory grin in them, one that he'd countless times witnessed in battle. The current version did not promise gore nor death however, instead more sinful things were about to be.

The bidden order only made him flush deeper, the mage silently turning to his side so that he may slip his knees under him. He found them shaky, not surprising considering the beating his thighs had been taking since they started. Over-stimulation and weak-knees, and they haven't even started properly yet.

There was a handy pillow that he pulled towards him to cushion his head on as he tried to see over his shoulders, watching as the elf made do with what lubrication they had. Spit and cum, that would certainly hurt a bit; the thought in itself made the mage wince. Too bad he didn't have any of his oil around; the peach-scented slick would certainly help ease Fenris in. However, though the prospect of near dry sex made him anxious; nothing save a Blight could get the mage out of bed.

He spread his legs instead, lowering his ass to the elf's level, ascertaining his position by rubbing one of his cheeks against the hard organ, feeling it slide into the shallow valley; the tip catching against his tight hole. He threw a rather furious glance at the elf when that happened, silently questioning why Fenris' cock was still out there and not in him. If the elf was waiting for another invitation... no, once was enough. There was no way the mage was repeating his encouragements from earlier.

But the elf seemed intent on studying him no matter how Hawke looked at him, almost as if he was more interested in the view than in the act itself. That didn't sit well with the mage as his own cock engorged with blood and cum was continuously grazing the bedsheets. Small teasing brushes that only served to frustrate.

A hissing curse escaped the mage's lips and he closed his eyes in prayer. Damn elf and his teasing, Hawke was never going to last through if he keeps this up. Time to take matters in his own hands, it seemed.

And when he say 'matters', he meant Fenris' cock, the organ still cradled between its comfy valley. He reached back and circled the length with some roughness, not enough to hurt but enough to convey his intentions. It was slick with leaking cum and the elf's saliva. He couldn't see past his shoulders clearly but he could still feel it exponentially as the wet tip ran over his sensitive hole; a groan slipping past his lips as he sort of painted cum all over the tight muscle. This wasn't doing it for him. Hawke needed Fenris in this too. So with a rather harsh press of his thumb on the weeping head, the raven made known with words just how desperate he was right then.

"You either fuck me now, Fenris or I'll tie you up and have my damn way with that cock of yours... rest of your body may or may not be included."


Thick strings of saliva wept over the engorged head, the appendage prepared as good as it will ever be. They were lacking substance, oil, a cream, anything to make the venture easier but the prospect of dry sex seemed the only way this would work. Fenris edged himself close as he continually stroked himself, the wolf studying the glorious passage presented to him. Maker Hawke was beautiful, the way his muscles arced and hair seemed to compliment him gave him a masculine charm. It made Fenris realise just how long it had been since he had slept with another man, the last encounter being back in the Imperium with Danarius.

It had been a long time and the elf, as confident as he was, doubted himself in silence. Was he still capable of doing this? With his master, Fenris was the one willed into submission. The only times he was allowed to be dominant was when he was commanded to rape other slaves. It was a violent role; one that he hoped would not play out here. Hawke deserved pleasure and he wouldn't let his past dictate to him how he should treat the man. However, mounting a mage in such a way had always been one of Fenris' fantasies. He would have imagined it in a more aggressive context but the fact that Hawke had magic in his veins only spurned the elf's excitement more.

He realised he had been staring too long as he felt the raven grip and tug him closer, cum and saliva painting over the tight ring of muscle that despite having been loosened still remained sturdy to his approaches. How long had he been kneeling there gawping like a fool? He glanced up to give the mage an apologetic glance, his predatory stare returning to the male's ass as he adjusted his position once more, thighs fanning out lightly and knees spreading to allow himself to bob lightly behind the raven. "A tempting offer indeed," The wolf playfully bantered as he grinned behind his bangs, both hands coming to hold the top of Hawke's cheeks.

Fenris had guessed the mage had meant his empty threat to spur him into action, his knees and thighs tilting as the head of his cock finally pressed with the addition of the elf's weight. Steadily and holding the mage firmly in place the wolf lowered, Hawke's hole spreading over the head of his manhood in a delectable heat. Fenris was patient and allowed the man to adjust, his shaft burning into him as the walls of muscle enveloped him. All that teasing and heat had benefited the deal, the wolf groaning at how soft and tender it felt despite the resistance. One of his hands dropped to lazily hang at his side, the other's fingers perching on the edge of the mage's ass to keep him directed as slowly but surely he was buried to the hilt.

He snuggled in quite nicely, the elf surprised that Hawke had swallowed him whole on the first try. The sheer furnace of his ass was enough to have the warrior's mind go blank, Fenris all but shifting his hips in subtle rolls to allow the momentum to continue in some pattern while he attempted to ground himself. What was that aroma? It was a thought he couldn't fathom, like his brain had simply rolled out of his ears and leaving him with a blank canvas. He could smell roses, the faint imagery of red braids painting until the image was suddenly erased, his centre of attention back on the delicious specimen before him. Had Hawke drugged him? No, he wouldn't do that.

He shook his head lightly and test the waters by giving a sudden sharp thrust, his length shifting back and forth in an explosive movement that caused the mage below him jerk like he had been shot with electricity. The noises Hawke made in his state of arousal too were a prize, the elf grinning beneath his hair once more as he gave another sudden shift, then another. His pace had start off in at an intense rate, each buck causing the elf's hardened cock to rock in and out of the mage's hungry hole, the depth of which he travelled deepening with each impact. The bed began to creak below them as their bodies began to collide in motion, the wolf rocking back and forth using his hips, thighs and knees to direct him into the raven, causing the mage to cling onto his pillow and sheets in desperation.

Hawke's loud moans intensified along with the sound of wet slapping, the warrior all but taking guilty pleasure by watching the show before him, a silly and awkward smile spreading his lips thin. "Quiet, Hawke. What would your neighbours think?" Fenris jested as he challenged Hawke to answer him, deliberately sliding out right to the rim before plummeting back; the helmet of his cock thrusting over the sensitive gem hidden in his depths.


Maker...

Whatever thoughts the mage had had vanished in an instant when he felt Fenris breaching his tightness. Staying celibate for a year had not done him any favours, tightening him and rendering him desperate despite the burn of cock edging its way in. There was no give to be found, the elf's organ a branding iron that spread and occupied him fully. And Hawke was not making things better by tensing. With a quick hitching breath, he buried his face in his pillow; relaxing himself to let the elf sheath himself fully to the brim as the mage had asked for.

Hot and unyielding, Hawke could not remember a time that he'd been this reactive to a cock in his ass. He'd had a few back in Ferelden, usually he topped but when the relationship was rather serious he'd let himself bottom a few times. They'd all been rather normal, and even his first time did not raise quite a deep reaction from him. Perhaps it was because it'd been so long or maybe because the one filling him was no other than Fenris himself. Whatever the reason, Hawke could care less. There were times meant for thinking and moments better spent on something else.

Little rolls of the elf's hips had him clenching and gasping, his passage adapting somewhat to the intrusion. He could even feel the hard tip hitting his walls, his own flesh moulding to the elf's like second skin. The whole length was rubbing against him, held in place by the friction of their slick-less state. Unlike a woman, he had no way to create his own fluids and the elf's hasty preparation was not enough. But the wolf was in heaven, and that was all that mattered. Hawke knew Fenris would give as much as he'd take later. And he wasn't disappointed for long.

With a rather sharp thrust, the elf snapped his hips back; the quick action pulling a throaty groan from the mage as his fingers scrambled at the pillows. There was a quick sensation of emptiness and then he was filled once again, and this time he did yelp and arch, his own member receiving most of the stimulation from the thrust.

Then there was nothing he could feel but the rod ploughing his most secret part, filling and emptying him with speed that had the mage's breath exploding about his lips in gasps and sobs. A rather deep thrust unshackled him, a strangled scream from his throat spilling to fill the room with echoes. He could hear chuckling and Fenris speaking, but one look at the mage's face was enough to tell that Hawke could understand little of what's been said. It'd been far too long, holding himself back because he couldn't convince himself to lie with another man nor woman. The very first day the elf had planted himself in the mage's mind, there'd been no saving Hawke.

But Maker knows this wasn't enough, he wanted more. He twisted his torso a bit to the side, peering with glazed eyes up at the elf, watching as lust twisted the elf's features into a lovely frown. With as much strength as he could muster, Hawke snapped his own hips back to meet one of the wolf's thrust, the small action driving Fenris deeper in him in what should have been a shallow plunge. They built their own pace, reacting to what made each other feel best. Hawke could still feel a light burning but that paled in comparison to the clenches his stomach was making as one of the elf's lucky strokes knifed his sweet spot in passing. That much had him faltering, his hips stilling as he tried to recover some semblance of clarity that disappeared when his vision blackened briefly.

His own cock was certainly lively, lonely in bittersweet abandonment as more attention was paid to its owner's backside. The more Fenris used his strength, the more the slapping of flesh grew louder, and the more the mage was driven forward to his breaking point. He'd suspected it before, but he knew it now; Hawke liked it rough.

And to explore that realization, he sidled backwards, pulling himself up to his knees until he was mostly vertical while most of his upper body was propped up by his hands. The shift had Fenris thrusting up into him, the angle nearly hitting his prostate with every thrust. So near, but not perfect.

"F-faster. Harder, make me come, Fenris," he pleaded, his voice cracking as another thrust had him nearly falling forwards. "I w-want... to see your face when you come," he hurriedly added, panting with the effort of stringing together coherent words when all he wanted was to open himself further to Fenris as they writhe upon the sheets.


If the bed wasn't sturdy then their movements would have shift it off its struts, the mattress bouncing and headboard banging with loud ricochets that was certain to awaken the nobles. But Fenris didn't care and he was certain Hawke didn't either. Their resounding slaps and wet smacks were enough to draw a curious bark from Siruis, the mutt having being locked out to paw at the doorframe. That coupled with the idea of the horrified expressions of the Hightown nobles as they listened to the two men fuck brought a warm chuckle of laughter from the wolf's mouth, his lips spreading gleefully as he presented Hawke with another spine tingling push.

He never would have guessed that he would find happiness here; in the arms of a mage no less. It was an elusive emotion but one that was welcomed thoroughly, the elf's heart skipping beats as he pounded and sawed his hips back and forth, the mage tossing and turning beneath him in unspent release. With Hawke's own bounces, their coupled movements caused the bed to sway and creak even more, the rug underneath all but skirting into an entangled pile. Fenris leaned his head back to roll on his shoulders as his body shivered from head to toe in glee, sweat trailing down his chest and neck as the mage drove him deeper into that hot sweet cavern that practically made the warrior purr. The windows began to fog up from their heated panting, the two men's movements bending into that like animals as they ravaged the sheets with their tugs; blankets practically spilling over the bed and pillows being thrown to the ground in haste.

The faster they went the more Fenris found his eyes rolling, the sound of rain ringing a bell within his mind. He could taste the water on his skin, his body moving in quick easy steps through a maze of laundry. He was back facing the canvas once more, except his body this time mended into the painting, the world once grey and dull coming to life in colour. The scent of roses and apples wafting under his nose as the rain began to fall upon his skin, a head of red braids eluding him through the thickets of white. A smile coupled with a kiss. And then he was back at the present, the mage's glorious ass engulfing him once more, yearning to milk the warrior dry.

What was this? He couldn't understand what it was that he saw in those brief glimpses except he knew they were familiar. Was what he smelt, felt and saw his past, a piece of the puzzle that had suddenly decided to return to him? Now of all times? Hawkes moans forced him to concentrate on the matter at hand, the elf driving and grinding his hips against the mage's backside until he was balls deep. The sack lightly slapped against Hawke as he pushed harder, not allowing himself to be caught up with hallucinations or visions or whatever trickery that was playing at him.

His fingers dug into the mage's hips, a hand gliding up to pinch and squish the nub of one of the man's sensitive nipples between his fingers, the lyrium on his skin intensifying under the second wind of lust. Panting heavily, Fenris leaned forward and planted his lips upon the mage's shoulder, his tongue and lips leaving a slippery trail as they head toward where the shoulder and neck interconnected. There the warrior sunk his teeth in, crimson spilling through his teeth as he sought to mark the mage as his own, his cock drilling deeper, faster until his movements were but one. He squeezed the wound in his mouth to sponge at the blood with his tongue, the warrior pulling away to swallow his reward and lick what remained over the shell of the raven's ear. "As you wish," The warrior whispered seductively into the raven's ear, pulling his hips down and causing his thighs and knees to widen under him as he guide his length from of the abused hole.

Fenris released the mage entirely, his body shifting so he could lean down to grab the man's leg, raising the limb until Hawke's calf rested upon the warriors shoulder. The movement behoved the mage to spin and lay onto his back, Fenris plucking up the other leg and placing that upon his opposite shoulder. He turned to plant a kiss against the inside of the mages calf, an open palm caressing down the light fuzz as he shifted into position once more. He rocked his cock back into the mages ass with a single thrust, Fenris groaning in want as he sheathed himself into the hole that sought to milk him dry with rough pounds. Each forceful slap caused the mage's ass to wobble, the wolf moving forward to lean over the mage slowly as to bring his legs up higher, positioning his body in a way that would force his prostate to endure each and every single thrust the Tevinter granted him.

The elf leaned down to make use of his gifted mouth, the warrior hungrily slurping at the open wound still brandishing crimson delight before pulling up and feeding the mage his own blood, their lips intermingling in a bloody kiss. Fenris knew he was getting close, his body now so completely soaked in sweat that he shone all over, the tightening and prodding of his abs a distinct tale that would soon be released but not until the mage had been emptied first or until Hawke could hold out so they could climax together.


He was a doll in the elf's hands, malleable as putty and boneless as a worm. He hadn't even felt the wolf's teeth piercing his skin, merely noticed it when Fenris pulled away with a dash of red on his lips. He knew he was still sprawled out under the elf, could feel the hot length easing out of him, but he'd clean forgotten why the elf was leaving him empty. The mage could not resist but groan when the warrior's cock popped out of him with a pull, emptiness taking Fenris' place much to Hawke's disappointment.

But he was being turned, his legs hitching and hooked at the warrior's shoulders until he was settled in a position that both embarrassed and thrilled him. He had a better view now, the sight of pillows and blankets a pale choice compared to the sight of heaving muscles, sweat-soaked skin and that face, a face that the Maker himself carved. He couldn't say that Fenris looked perfect, no. Years of fighting and running had worn the angled cheeks down, endless nights of drinking and brooding evident in the dark shadows beneath his eyes, and the lines of constant frowns etched where laugh lines should have been. A small old scar just above his temple marred his hairline, invisible unless you were close and viewing him from below. And the markings, the lyrium added by Danarius' hateful greed; their mere presence already a sign of how different Fenris' life is.

And when he was filled once again, he smiled. Not because he was getting pleasured but because he could see the pleasure on the elf's face. It was difficult but he kept his eyes open or at least half-lidded, watching as the pleasure contorted the wolf's features into a frown or a shaky exhale. He held on as long as he could until one of the wolf's thrusts prodded his sweet spot dead-on. It was as if his limbs had locked as his mouth gaped open in pleasure, the high keening voice one that he'd never heard from himself before. He'd been propped up on his elbows and now he was flat on his back, teeth biting through his left arm as his right rushed to grip his own cock.

But his left was tugged away, replaced by a better alternative, Fenris' mouth. Hawke latched on it helpless, his body bucking despite being folded and pinned in half by the warrior. He could feel himself spreading as far as he could, his unused muscles straining to encompass both the position and the thrashing his anus was receiving. The elf's sacs was slapping heavily against his tight skin, he could feel them with every deep stroke along with his muscle tightening and loosening as the length slid in and out of him in jerking movements.

His free arm went round instead to hug Fenris to him, his other still trapped between their bodies, fingers still curled around his own cock. Something metallic was mixed in with the wolf's taste and Hawke first thought he'd somehow wounded Fenris during one of their off-target kisses. Belatedly he realized that the elf had been feeding on his blood, and could not help but wonder why the thought only made his cock throb more.

They were both so close, their movements quickening and deepening with each second. Hawke was outright screaming the elf's name in desperation, his vulgar curses interjected with calls to the Maker and his bride Andraste. Damned what the neighbours would think, let them call the guards on them as long as the mage could finish both himself and the warrior. He was deliciously near, his right hand tugging at his length in sync to the pounding his ass was receiving. The tight knot in his stomach could go no further and he curled into the wolf's chest to latch his own teeth on a bony collar. Fenris was not the only one to draw blood tonight as Hawke had already ripped the warrior's back to shreds with his nails, the blood and sweat flowing in rivulets to stain the white sheets.

And then whiteness and a real sob did escape Hawke's lips this time. He'd clamped down on the wolf's cock when he came, dragging a deep throaty sound from the elf. Hawke released the liquid heat he'd been keeping, milking his own self dry even as Fenris continued driving into him. There'd be a real mess between them by the morrow, the mage thinking he hadn't come this much even once. And then he tasted the blood on his lips, elf blood by the look of the rather gorgeous bite mark on the wolf's chest just below his right collarbone. And even as Hawke slowly winded down from his orgasm, his cock still lively twitching despite its recent release; he could feel Fenris pounding him in. Could still feel his over-sensitized prostate reacting to the thrusts by making the mage jerk and shudder with every thrust. And he looked forward to seeing what face the elf would make when he comes.


The entirety of the bed had now completely moved, the structure now having turned enough that one of its legs had almost ended up in the fireplace. Blankets and pillows were tossed over the floor, a vase having been smashed now laying in pieces from accidentally turning the bed too far. Anyone who might have stumbled upon the scene might have guessed a fight took place here, the coupling of the blood and sweat soaking the sheets simply supporting that suggestion. He swallowed the coppery liquid, revelling in its taste as he continued to pound the mage mercilessly, his nails digging into the softened tissue of his thighs as his hands attempted to steady them the deeper and more intense his movements became.

Their conjoined moans and growls added with the hot powerful smacks and banging of wood had surely caused a ruckus, the sound of the neighbours being awoken on the other side of the communal courtyard all but falling on deaf ears. Their chests now painted in slick washed over each other, the sweat pouring down their ribs only aiding with the elf's advances. Hawke had decided to take care of himself, the elf helping the mage along by leaning back to allow the man to bite him, earning a loud groan of desire from the warrior's throat. It was so hot, the scent and taste of blood only fuelling the warrior's inhibitions as he pushed and plunged with as much ferocity as he could muster, his cock now sore burning into the mage's pounding heat as he felt the tightening of his abs ebb away in release. He could feel the spilt seed of the mage flow freely between them, Fenris determined to ride Hawke through his orgasm until the mage's cock was completely dried out.

Another flash of laundry haunted his mind, the clashing of swords and the sound of a crowd cheering. It was all so vague, like he had seen the imagery and felt its effects as if swimming through water. He pounded harder, faster, his tanned thighs now red from the coupling smacks and pounds Hawke's rippling ass had given him. And there he found it; paradise. Letting out a feral and shaky growl, Fenris pushed as deep into the man below him as possible, his body wracking in the throes of pleasure as his aching cock released thick ropes of cum into him, emptying himself in the mage's ass. His fingers and hands clenched tightly onto his prey, his hard cock continuing to spill as he pounded and slid deeper until there was not a single inch left, the warrior's mind spinning into black as stars danced behind his eyelids.

The fissure of white enveloped him and for a moment he could see faces, figures taller than he was surrounding him on all sides. There was the smell of roses beading into his nostrils, a faceless woman reaching out to stroke down his cheeks in a gentle nurture.

"-to. Tu superbis feci matrem tuam. Tam adepti sumus te,"The woman bent forward to kiss his forehead, his heart swelling as he reached out to embrace her for the last time. "Tibi gratias ago. Obsecro te bene. Memores enim estis diléxi." Fenris leaned over to rest his face within the crook of her neck, his long hair being pulled into the comb of a palm. Suddenly a hand embraced his shoulder, the elf releasing the female to turn and face him; a magister with wicked eyes and an indifferent smirk. He felt himself begin to be lead away, the elf turning to watch over his shoulders as the faceless woman was joined with the presence of a smaller female, the two vanishing into the thick white fog forever. "Memor ero, et matrem. Vale Varania. Vale Genitrix..."

He gasped heavily as he felt himself be pulled out of the depths of his memories, his entire body shaking not because of adrenaline or the afterglow of lust but of something else; fear. He could feel them, smell them, see them for all but a moment and then they were gone, the walls of his memories building up once more to snuff out any recollection. The elf collapsed in a fit of pants and gasps, his spent cock still throbbing deep into the male's ass as he shivered, his body feeling uneasily cold. No, he couldn't do this. He glanced down at Hawke, though his state could have been conveyed as sexual exhaustion, the vague haze in his eyes deciphered of undelivered thought.

With a sharp yet silent exhale the warrior drew away, his brow lowering as he studied the male laid open before him, hips shifting back and thighs widening to withdraw his aching member. With a pop the length was released, his entire cock now raw and covered in his own seed, some of which were continuing to spill between them in ropes of connection. Never before had he experienced such intensity, such vigorous connection that was so primal and natural. To meet someone and to realise that you both fit together just so...perfectly. And to have that person be a man...a mage of all things. It was too much but he couldn't run. Not while Hawke cast his eyes upon him with such emotion and desire.

He had forgotten what it felt like to be loved, to be cherished and nurtured. And he had rediscovered it here in Hawke's arms, to feel desired and wanted, not like a tool or a slave, but as a man. As a person. And the idea haunted him like the plague itself. To realise just how much he had lost all because of love and to lose it all again, to make Hawke lose him...it was too much. He would stop it now before it was too late. The wolf pulled himself to his feet, his back turning to the raven as his eyes scoured the cooling rays of darkness for his clothes. "I...need some air...Thankyou Hawke..." Was all the warrior could say as he swooped through the room, plucking up the strands of his vest from where the clothes had been knocked away.

All he ever wanted was to feel happy. Why was it that of all emotions he could have experienced right at this moment was sorrow? He felt hollow, cold, disengaged from the reality that had just taken place. He would need to get out of here but he wouldn't leave Hawke alone. No, the mage deserved better, an explanation, an apology. Anything to make the mage understand him.


He wasn't disappointed; nothing could be much more beautiful than Fenris as the pleasure of orgasm took him, the elf's face so desperate and helpless yet strong; his frown once again marring the familiar brows only to disappear as relief soothed the soft lines away. And bitten lips, still tinged red with Hawke's blood; opened in an exhaled gasp that the mage echoed as heat filled him in streams.

Fenris had come deep inside him, the elf's essence washing his inner walls and coating the cock that still moved even in the phalanx of pleasure. And Hawke could feel it all, savoured it even as he milked Fenris as much as he could with his own ass and hips. He wanted the shaft in him longer and his wishes were granted as finally the elf gave one last shudder and collapsed heavily on the mage's spread-eagled form. Hawke wished he could stay awake for a little while longer, just so he can appreciate the way the sweat made Fenris shimmer, and perhaps share a little bit of post-play. He wanted kisses, definitely. And perhaps later, when they'd gained some of their strength; another round?

But his lids were so heavy, he hardly moved when the elf finally released him from their joining. Instead he turned to his side, though one of hands was still curled around the elf's wrist. Fenris was speaking again, saying his name; but all Hawke could manage was a small yawn and a soft brief grip on a bony wrist before he was swallowed up by the Fade to dream.


Tevene Translation:

"-to. You have made your mother so proud. We have gained so much because of you."
"Thank you. Please, be good to yourself. Remember you are loved."
"I will remember, mother. Farewell Varania. Farewell Mother."