Chapter 21 Trapped

Varric, Anders, and Fenris sat quietly against the alter in the middle of the large stone room. They listened to Hawke scream out profanities none of them have ever heard before in their lives. There was nothing for Hawke to destroy. The room was bare all except for the alter in it's center. They all gave a heavy sigh. Varric held Bianca close and ran his hand across her flawless frame. He turned his head slightly to the side and saw Fenris take a deep inhalation of air. Varric glance back down to Bianca before he had to the urge to look at Fenris again. He stared at the elf. Fenris looked tired. More so than usual. As he looked closer he noticed a dark spot staining the elf's armor right near the neck. Varric looked over Fenris and noticed something odd. The way he held himself wasn't right. It was like he was forcing himself to stay awake. Varric wanted to say something. He opened his mouth to ask if Fenris was okay. Though Hawke's voice cut through the air and Varric closed his mouth. They had to be quiet. Least Hawke would turn his rage towards them. He shivered from the thought of what could happen to all of them down here. They were trapped. No food nor water. And to make this worse. Hawke was unstable. Varric cursed under his breath. Why did his brother do this? His brother would never abandon family. Bartrand cared too much for family. Sure his brother was a arrogant asshole. But Varric was sure his brother would have never done something like this. Right? This was a dream. It had to be. Yet the idea failed to hold any logic. Dwarves were not known to have many dreams. Most dwarves can't dream at all. Due to their high resistance to magic. Fade included.
Anders held his head in his hands as he tried to calm himself. He didn't want to be down here. He hated the very idea of coming here. Though he figured it wouldn't have lasted. That they wouldn't have gotten trapped. Maybe he only came down here because facing darkspawn was easier than the templars. He never wanted to actually die in the Deep Roads. Though he convinced himself that Varric had no idea of his brother's betrayal. He looked to the side at the dwarf. He wondered what was going through Varric's mind. Then his mind wandered to whether or not they were ever going to get out of here. Then another thought happened upon him. Hawke. That fucking bastard took a bite out him a few days ago. He silently pondered on the idea that Hawke might be a sodding cannibal. The thought scared him. He wondered which would be worse. Getting killed by darkspawn, dying of hunger, thirst, or being murdered by Hawke then eaten. The thought cause Anders to nearly throw up. He didn't wish to think about it any longer. He shook his head furiously.
Fenris gave another sigh as he looked down towards the sealed door. Hawke was outraged. Fenris wondered what he should do. They would die down here. He swallowed a bit as a chill ran down his spine. He reached up and ran his hand along his neck. He somewhat smiled at the memory of the feeling. His smile faded as he inwardly cursed at himself. Why was he dwelling on that? He threw his hand down and glared down the stairs to where Hawke was. With a growl he stood up. Ignoring Varric and Anders's silent pleading stares to remain there. He furrowed his brow as he made his way down the stairs towards the raging male. Hawke's body was rigid, his hands holding his head. His long hair falling to the front as he was bent forward. Hawke was muttering quickly in a low voice. Fenris faltered his steps as he looked at Hawke. Cautiously he made his way slowly up behind Hawke. Bracing himself for a forceful rebuff from the larger warrior. Fenris stared briefly at Hawke before he noticed the pool of blood growing in front of the larger man. "H-hawke... You're..." Fenris started concern evident in his voice. Hawke's body stilled as he breathed deep. His shoulders rising and falling unevenly. He spun quickly and latched onto Fenris's chest plate. Pulling Fenris till their faces were even. Fenris gasped as he saw the blood coming from Hawke's forehead. He looked further down and saw deep gouges scattered about Hawke's arms and chest. Hawke's pupil was dilated. Nearly black as it consumed the man's entire eye. Hawke was still seething over the fact they were locked in this wretched pit. Though Fenris never would have guessed Hawke would end up mutilating himself. He swallowed as he stared at Hawke. Pushing his shock aside. Fenris growled as he furrowed his brow. Hawke let off a dark growl in response as he pulled his head back. Fenris remember that movement. His eyes widened as Hawke tilted his head where the spikes of his eye patch was aligned with Fenris's head. Fenris thought quickly and shot his hand out to stop Hawke. Grabbing the spikes and Hawke's dark hair. He shoved against Hawke. The spikes cut deep into his hand and Fenris let out a suppressed groan of pain. His marking lit up and he phased out of the larger man's grasp and dodge to stand behind Hawke. Hawke seemed to be stunned slightly by this little trick. Hawke let off a breath as he spun around to land a heavy fist at the elf. Whipping his hair like a whip behind him. Not entirely in his right mind. Fenris would have dodged if it wasn't for the razor wire that was hidden in Hawke's long hair. Having been whipped in the face. Fenris had no idea that Hawke whipped his head first before he moved his body. Now he saw how Hawke deterred would-be sneak attackers. The razor wire had caught into Fenris's armor pulling him into place as a huge left hand struck him across the face. He fell down hard onto the stone floor. Only when Fenris's blood started to flow from the cuts across his face did Hawke falter. Hawke sniffed the air as he licked at his teeth. His head snapped down to the ground and zeroed in on Fenris. There was large gash across the elf's face where Hawke's hand landed. The sharp metal ripped apart the elf's flesh on his face. Though Fenris was more pissed off than he was stunned. His harsh glare focused solely on Hawke. Hawke leaned over the elf as if just realizing it was Fenris. "Just so you know... I did not enjoy that..." Fenris growled lowly through clenched teeth. Hawke clenched his fist as his sharp metal claws dug into his palm. He reached down and grabbed Fenris, pulling him up to stand by his face. Fenris was repulsed by the fact that Hawke was smearing his own blood on to his face. Disgusted by this action Fenris smacked Hawke's hand away. The cold sensation went through him as the wound on his face started to heal. His eyes widened as he saw his own blood flowing into Hawke's hand. He quickly looked up to question Hawke. Hawke held his head to the side. Blood started to come from underneath the eye patch. The side of Hawke's mouth peeled open as it started to bleed. Once the cold sensation and pain faded. Fenris watched as the blood reversed on Hawke and flowed back into the wounds. Sealing them up as if they weren't there. Though there was a faded hint of where the wound was. Fenris ran his hand onto his own face where the wound was. He looked at his hand. The blood that was there was gone. He slowly looked back up at Hawke. "What... Did you just do?" Fenris questioned. "You were damaged... I fixed you..." Hawke droned lowly closing his eye as a shot of pain went through him. He fell forward bracing himself with his hands against his legs. He coughed up blood as he held his eye closed. "How did you you even..." Fenris started to say as he stared at the man. "Reavers can heal others just the same as they can damage them. Aura of pain allows us to damage our enemies by hurting ourselves. This can be reversed and heal as well. Leaving no wound. No pain... But it comes with a price..." Hawke answered as he stood up wiping his mouth. "We need to find a way out of here..." He said as he turned towards the stairs. Fenris remained quiet. As they walked up the stairs Fenris noticed Anders and Varric fidgeting. They were talking back and forth. Fenris looked up to Hawke. Hawke was holding his head as he held his eye tightly closed. Hawke wasn't even paying any attention. Though Fenris felt like he knew they probably saw what had just transpired. Varric and Anders were looking at a door on the far side of the room and trying their best to open the door. They turned to look back at Hawke and Fenris. "Finally you calmed down... Think you can bull doze your way through this door?" Varric asked Hawke. Hawke growled as he held his head. He moved his hand and walked up to the door. Considering the conversation he and Fenris walked in on. Hawke could assume this door was the same as the other. Hawke pulled back a bit before sending his foot crashing into the door. The old door cracked along its hinges and fell open. He gave a grunt and walked forward into the hall. Varric gave a sigh before he watched Fenris walk past him. Varric gave Fenris a worried look. Varric pointed to the side of his own face and tapped it. He tilted his head to the side as if saying 'Yeah I saw what he did.' Fenris turned his attention away from the dwarf. Varric sighed as he looked over to Anders who was glaring at Hawke. It worried Varric a lot just thinking on what might happen to them down here. He saw as Fenris glare at Hawke then. Hawke seemed to ignore the elf. Varric pushed the feeling aside. They needed to find a way out of this pit. He looked back at Anders. The mage was uneasy as they walked through the hallway.

They ran into golems and shades at several points as they traveled further Varric silently thanked the Maker that Hawke was there. Sure the man was questionable with his mood and intentions. But nothing stood a chance in holding against him. He batted them away like mere flies. Varric was glad that they were on Hawke's side. Everything that apposed the man. Usually died in a unrecognizable bloody heap. As they traveled further they encountered living rock like creatures. Varric swore it was something out of a fairytale. They soon came to a room that had red veins of lyrium running along the entire length of the room. More of the rock creatures. After they dealt with them a voice cut through the air. "Enough!" The voice echoed. The four of them stopped and turned to the one that yelled. It was another one of those rock creatures. "Do not attack these creatures!" It said loudly. "If they attack me then I am going to kill them." Hawke growled. "They will not attack you further. Not without my consent." Varric huffed as stood behind Hawke. "What in Andraste's name are these things. They're like rock wraiths." Varric said as he stared at it from behind Hawke. Who was currently staring the odd entity down. "The profane have lingered in these caves for countless ages." It spoke. Anders shifted beside Varric as he stood behind Fenris. Hawke stared at the thing as it continued to speak. "They hunger. They feed off the stone till it is all they know." It said. "They feed off this shit?" Varric exclaimed. "Yes. And I do not wish to see my feast end." It said looking towards Hawke. "I can sense your desire to leave this place. There is a way out but you will need my aid to do so." It said stepping closer. "What are we going to do Hawke?" Varric asked the larger man. "I really don't condone with dealing with demons. Hawke no offense..." Anders said holding his staff in front of him. Fenris remained silent as he watched Hawke. Hawke's fist clenched as he rolled his shoulders. "Then let me give it my answer." He barked as he sent a fist into its face causing it to bust into pieces. It reassembled and was furious. "Foolish!" It yelled as it was connected with another left hook. "I faced demons worse than this." Hawke said with disappointment. "Let's get moving." He ordered and the others followed. They wondered further in and was attacked by more rock wraiths and shades. It was quite a lot of work. The three men following Hawke were grateful of the distraction. Hawke was focused more on killing the creatures than his was focused on them. Soon the majority of his rage was released as he downed multiple enemies. He gave a shudder as he smiled. His mind clearing more as he got his aggression out. The four of them continued their way down the tunnel. Searching for a way out. It was then they arrived to a large vault. "Look. If there were dwarves down here this would be the place they stored their treasure!" Varric said excitedly. Anders huffed. "Yeah if we can find a way out!" He whined. Fenris gave a sigh as he walked along side Varric. The three noticed Hawke stop suddenly. Then they too felt what Hawke just felt.

The ground began to shake violently. A sudden red light lit up the area behind them as they heard something akin to rocks grinding together. Some rocks in front of them levitated towards something behind them into a whirling mass. They four men turned around to see what was the cause. They looked up at the large profane creature. A giant ancient rock wraith. Varric swallowed deeply before speaking. "This doesn't look good..." He backed up into Anders. "What in Andraste's name is that?" Anders questioned holding tight to his staff. Fenris looked up at it and sighed. "Well. We're fucked." He announced reaching for his sword. Not entirely excited about this as Hawke appeared to be. "Now things just got entertaining!" He laughed pulling his axe free as the creature let out a loud roar as it finished forming.

With its roar it summoned multiple smaller ones of itself. Those small ones attacked first. They swarmed the group quickly. Anders and Varric had to rely on Hawke and Fenris to keep the creatures from getting too close as they attacked from a distance. Hawke directed his attention to the larger than life rock wraith and gave a smile. He made his way towards it as he swung his axe. Fenris turned to see Hawke attacking the larger one so he decided to fight along side Hawke. Varric and Anders attacked from a safe distance. The creature swung its arm down in an attempt to take out the two warriors fighting it up close. Hawke shoved Fenris out of the way and took the force of the hit. Leaving him staggered but he quickly recovered. Fenris gave a glance towards Hawke before redirecting his attention. The elf was focused on dealing damage while Hawke distracted the stone creature. With another hit the creature fell apart. Hawke took this opening to deal heavy damage to the creature. Fenris occupied himself by keeping the smaller ones off of Hawke. Varric and Anders worked together to eliminate the smaller ones as well. The monstrous creature roared out and reassembled. Though it acted strangely. it began to curl in on itself and rotated furiously. As the ancient profane rock wraith built up energy Hawke's eye widen. It was building energy for a devastating attack. "Get behind something!" Hawke yelled to his followers as the creatures curled up tightly letting out bright red lights that flashed ominously about it. Anders and Varric took off behind a pillar together. Fenris turned to join them but in a rush to get to safety he tripped up on one of the profane reforming. Fenris's sword skittered across the stone out of his reach. He braced himself for the blow he knew would come as the rock wraith swung itself at him. Hawke turned around with a growl of frustration as he bolted over to it and struck it down before it could do damage. Fenris glanced up at Hawke at that moment. Hawke threw a glance back at the giant wraith. Though there was no time to get him nor the elf to safety in time. He turned to the elf and swung his axe down into the dirt behind him. Fenris ducked his head waiting for the pulse of energy. Hawke bent down to shield the elf using his own body as a high powered red wave of energy blast itself across the entire room. Striking Hawke in his back as it shot pain throughout him. Fenris waited for the pain as well but saw that Hawke was guarding him and taking the full force of the attack. Blood was ripped about Hawke's body as the energy burned every part of his being. Hawke ground his teeth together and endured the pain. Fenris looked up in awe as he watched Hawke endure for the duration of the attack. He could not believe that the larger man protected him. The energy wave burned like liquid fire across Hawke's body. His hair blown to the front of him as it burned. The pain from the attack made Hawke's mind spin wildly. It was almost too much for him to bare. As the assault continued he started to lose consciousness. He forced himself to stay awake as the agonizing pain ran rampant through his body. At one point the pain faded and was replaced by a sweet ecstatic pleasure that surged through him. The pain no longer hurt as it morphed into a sick disturbing sensual pleasure that engulfed him. Just when he thought he was going to see a white light flash into his vision did the assault stop. Leaving him overly aroused. He was sure that if the attack would of lasted a bit longer he would of came undone. He never felt such a sense of ecstasy in all his life. It was truly mind numbing. He gave a low moan that he was sure that the elf heard. He began to drool as his body shook from the intense feeling. He stood shakily up on his feet and turned to face the rock wraith with a twisted smile on his face. He wrenched his axe from the stone floor and took off towards the thing. It began to reassemble as he leapt off the ground bringing the axe down upon it. It finally shattered apart and did not come back together. Hawke shuddered with delight as his body still sparked with the feeling. He gave a low groan as he held his eye closed. He was so tempted to bring himself to completion right there in front of the others as he ran his hand down the length of himself through his tight trousers. Though as the pleasure and pain faded. He had no desire to do such a lewd thing. Mainly due to the lack of blood covering his body. He forced his hand away from himself. He was actually thankful that his tunic was draped so far down the front of him. Though a part of him wanted to show the others what he was working with.

He pushed the thought aside as the other three walked up behind him. "Rock wraiths are supposed to be dwarven legends... They aren't suppose to be real!" Varric panted as he walked up behind Hawke. "It's real anymore." Hawke huffed trying to calm himself. "Damn Hawke, You're smoking..." Anders said pointing at Hawke's hair. Hawke huffed and whipped his hair about before fixing it back in place. Though he hated the fact that it burned. He was rather proud of his long hair. His cape even suffered being burned. Though it was still intact. "Wow Hawke. How can you even stand after that attack? That literally scorched the ground!" Varric said in surprise as he looked around. Fenris silently stared at Hawke's crotch before looking up to his face while trying desperately to hide a blush. Hawke looked at Fenris for a moment before he shrugged as he turned to walk towards the way they originally were going. Fenris shuddered and looked down. Hawke had saved him. He didn't even have to. Hawke would have been able to save himself. Though due to the knowledge that Hawke is near sighted. Hawke couldn't gauge the distance. Instead Hawke risked his own health to protect Fenris. Though what bothered Fenris was the fact that he saw Hawke's face turn from a deep frown to sheer bliss. The man drooled for Maker's sake! Also from where Fenris was on the ground he actually saw the excitement Hawke was feeling. Considering the blast caused Hawke's tunic to move out of the way. He had no idea Hawke wore something so tight fitted. What was even worse was Fenris couldn't get the image out of his head. The moans Hawke had let out as he withstood the pain. Almost like he enjoyed it. Fenris's face burned with the heavy blush on his face. He thanked the Maker it was dark in the tunnel. Other wise the others would have called him out on it. He swallowed and tried to force what he saw out of his mind. He failed miserably. He covered his mouth and closed his eyes. He silently wondered how large that man truly was. He blushed harder if possible as he shook his head furiously. Trying to rid himself of the thought. He looked up to see the others digging through gold piles and chests looking for a key that would open the door leading out. Fenris took a deep breath and stood straight. He needed to get his mind out of gutter. He silently cursed Isabela for this problem. He let out his held breath and walked forward. He needed to thank Hawke. Eventually after he got over being flustered as fuck.

A/N For those who have been reading this since it came out. I thank you. Though it will get more perverted and
violently abusive as it goes on. If you like that sort of shit. by all means stay tuned. For there is more to come!
Next few chapters we will see how the group fare on their way of getting out of the deep roads. I'm sure it won't end pretty.