Fellon determinedly trudged down the stairs and found the gang assembled in the kitchen. Varric and Bianca shared a seat at the kitchen table, Bethany and Isabela talked in low tones at one end of counter while Fenris nursed what looked to be coffee on the other end. Without a word of warning, Fellon stalked across the floor, punching Fenris in the face. The smaller man wasn't expecting the attack and went sailing to the floor, coffee cup flying out of his hand and shattering against the wall. "Douglas will ultimately have the final say, Fen… but as far as I'm concerned, you're fired."

Without waiting on a reply from his brother's bodyguard, Fellon turned away from his friend sprawled on the floor and moved to the opposite end of the counter, wrapping his arms around Isabela's waist from behind and lightly nipping at her ear. "I need to head out for a bit. I'm leaving you two lovely ladies in charge. Bethany, try to keep him under; he's too unstable to be awake right now. Bela, you keep this circus under control… you're best with a whip."

Isabela smirked, and Bethany rolled her eyes though it didn't cover up her bright blush. Fellon met eyes with Varric and gave a jerk of his chin to indicate the man should follow him out. Varric was concerned he was going to be sprawled across the floor next for withholding what now seemed to have been important information. Patting Bianca on thigh reassuringly and getting her to stand, he followed Fellon out anyway. Once out of the kitchen, Fellon handed over a few of the pictures Douglas had kept of Anders. "Your network is almost as impressive as ours. Start digging. Find out where these pictures came from. Do what needs to be done."

Varric relaxed slightly, taking the pictures from the much larger, angrier man. "You got it, Fellon. While I'm at it, I will do some digging into the matter we discussed earlier."

"Good. Now, I need to pay someone a visit. Don't wait up."

"Right."

Fellon nodded and absently ran his hands over his hair, straightening the gelled spikes into his preferred barely-arranged style, which he checked once in the mirror hanging in the foyer, before grabbing the keys for his bike and his leather jacket and heading out. It was late afternoon; he'd check the clinic for Anders first. If not there, well, Fellon had done his research.

When Fellon arrived, Anders was already gone. It didn't take much flirtation to get some of the staff to divulge Anders left after confirming a pregnancy test and had been distinctly off his game for nearly a month. While he questioned her, the cute little nurse cleaning and bandaging his cheek giggled prettily. Fellon lingered just long enough to "properly" thank her before heading for Anders home address. Bela would forgive him this once—it was for a good cause.

Fellon pulled his bike up to the curb outside Anders' house, idling for a moment before turning the engine off. He ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing the air-tousled spikes as he glanced around. This definitely was not the best area of town. Spotting a distinctly shady character, a kid barely into his teens peeking out from a side alley, Fellon smirked to himself. Getting the boy's attention, he made a show of going for his wallet while deliberately flashing the gun holster under his jacket. "Hey, kid, make you a deal." He pulled a $100 bill from his wallet, tearing it in half. "Watch my bike while I'm gone, and you get the other half when I get back." The kid eagerly accepted. Assured his baby would be tended to, Fellon walked up the few steps to Anders' door and knocked loudly.

Anders was curled up on his couch, the TV on but completely ignored, with tears rolling down his cheeks. He didn't need a reminder of who the woman was that showed up, he couldn't get the images of Halloween out of his mind, but she made certain to tell him every chance she got of who the father of her baby was. Anders glanced at the pounding on the door with a frown; no one would have expected him to be home at this time. Swiping a hand roughly across his cheeks, he got up from the couch, walking to the door and calling out, "Who is it?"

Fellon clenched his jaw. He'd half-hoped the blond would be stupid enough to just open the door. He should've known better; in a neighborhood like this, stupidity gets a person killed. "…Fellon Hawke. We need to talk, Anders."

Anders had been about to open the door but stopped. "Wow. Even your brother wasn't stupid enough to come here. Go away."

Fellon blinked and mentally cursed at the knowledge Anders possessed when it came to his family. Douglas didn't know when to keep his mouth shut, especially around this guy. "No. Now open the door."

"No. I have nothing to say to you or your brother."

"Well, I've got something to say to you. Open the door, or I'll do it for you."

Anders had no doubt he would make good on the threat and opened the door, standing in the opening with his arms crossed and squinting angrily at the man in hopes Fellon wouldn't notice the redness he knew would be in his eyes.

Fellon's scar twitched in irritation, and his new injury, almost directly across the old one, throbbed angrily. He held back a wince, converting it into a glare directed toward the blond man. "Let me in, Anders. I won't ask twice."

Anders continued to squint back but moved out of the way, sarcastically presenting the interior of his house with a wave of his hand.

"Thank you," Fellon's tone was as sarcastic as Anders' gesture, moving past him and making a show of inspecting his surroundings.

Anders closed the door. "Just tell me what you want, so you can leave."

"…Douglas. I want you to talk to him."

"If that's what you want, I already told you my answer. I have nothing to say to him. So, if that is all." Anders went to reopen the door.

"Damn but you're stubborn. You ever stop to think maybe things aren't what they seem?"

Anders' hand stopped twisting the knob, and he whirled back around. "Seem? I saw it with my own eyes, and to handle two men like you, a person has to be stubborn."

Fellon's eyebrow lifted at the last of the comment. "You think you're up to the task of 'handling' me?"

Anders frowned. "That's not what I meant. I handled you by not lettin' you break us up, or your attempt to kill me scare me off either."

"Then why are you running scared, now?"

"I'm not runnin' anywhere; I live here. And I'm not scared."

"I call bullshit, Doctor. If you weren't scared, you'd at least let Douglas explain himself."

"You mean lie his way out of it. That is what he does, isn't it? I assume that is how he got you here."

"He didn't get me here. I came on my own. And if you really think he would lie to someone he cares about… then you're not worth my brother's te- time."

"Which you always thought anyway, so why did you come now?"

Fellon frowned slightly and actually averted his eyes. "Douglas. He… hasn't been the same, not since Halloween. You need to talk to him, even if it's just to tell him it's over."

"I have said what I needed to say to him, I even talked to him today actually. He quite clearly has moved on, him and his girlfriend."

The fury that flashed through Fellon's eyes was nearly tangible. "Douglas was practically a virgin when you two got together. You really think he'd jump the first slut he ran across at the first sign of trouble in paradise?"

"I didn't even know we were havin' trouble!" Anders' confusion only lead him to be angrier. "Did you see it? I did, and he was clearly enjoyin' himself!"

"Did you see it? The bruises on his face and ribs? Let me explain something… In a traumatic situation, the brain shuts down. And I am sure you know, as a man and a doctor… there are certain bodily reactions that cannot be controlled."

There was no way something like that happened to a man like Douglas Hawke, but of course his brother would believe it; Fellon didn't see what Anders did. "I saw no bruises."

"That's because you probably walked in the door, saw exactly what they wanted you to see… then ran out like your ass was on fire."

"What they wanted me to see? Well, don't we all just have such perfect timin'…"

"If you want the whole story, go talk to Douglas, dammit!"

"I don't want any story! I want to be left alone! Your brother took the hint weeks ago, and now you are here after I called to 'congratulate' him. I knew I shouldn't have fuckin' called." The last statement was more of a curse at himself than anything else.

Fellon paced furiously a few times, looking very much like he wanted to hit something. He stopped, facing away from Anders and staring out a window. He was quiet for a moment before the tense set of his shoulders slumped abruptly. "Damn. …Please. Please, go talk to him."

"I can't."

Fellon snarled, turning and closing the distance between Anders and himself in a few long-legged strides, slamming his palms against the door on either side of Anders' head. "My brother needs you, dammit! What the hell do I have to do to get through to you?!"

Anders jumped, his eyes wide in obvious fear and swallowed before saying quickly, "I can't. If I go talk to him, I'll stay, and I will always wonder if he just talked me into it. We'd never be the same." After his reason fell out unhindered, Anders realized rapidly what he said in his fear, cursing himself for admitting anything to this bastard. His eyes squinted and his jaw tightened. "So, no, I won't go talk to your brother, so he can try to fool me with his lies, and your intimidation won't work either."

"Then what will work?"

"Nothin'. It's over."

There was actually a hint of desperation in Fellon's expression. His hands moved from the door to Anders' shoulders. "…Should I beg? Would that convince you? "

That had to be some sort of joke, and Anders stammered slightly, "No."

Fellon closed his eyes and appeared to shrink in on himself, the intimidating aura he seemed to be constantly surrounded with evaporating away into nothing. Very slowly and deliberately, he slid down onto his knees in front of Anders, "Please. I… I know you have absolutely no love for me, but if you ever had a scrap of feeling for my brother, I am begging you to go see him. He's been devastated without you. If it will get you to at least agree to come to the mansion, I will do anything you want. Do you understand that? Anything… "

Anders looked at the man on his knees before him in complete shock. "You aren't suggesting…"

Fellon gave a small almost sad smile, hands drifting lightly up Anders' legs to rest on his hips. He looked up at Anders with his bright blue eyes, heavy lidded in a perfect expression for the bedroom. "Do I have to repeat myself?" His growling, angry voice had lowered to a husky, sensual tone, "I can do things for you you've only read about. Anything you ask, Anders. Just go see him. Please…" Fellon leaned forward a bit, and pressed his mouth to a spot just above Anders' knee.

Amber eyes conveyed their confusion. He was angry for this even being suggested, still hurting from today's news and Halloween's images still seared into his mind, but dammit if some part of him wasn't turned on by the fact the man who had tried to kill him only a few months ago was now on his knees begging for anything.

Fellon continued to place light kisses along Anders' upper legs, hands wandering gently from his hips to lightly caress the backs of his knees and back up, finding every sensitive spot through the fabric of his pants as if he'd been doing this for Anders for years. All the while, Fellon continued to softly plea for Anders to go talk to Douglas.

Anders' jagged breath caught under the obviously more experienced attentions than Douglas'. "I can't, I told you. So you… you can stop."

Fellon swallowed and leaned forward on his knees, boldly rubbing his unmarred cheek against the front of Anders' pants. "You can. No one else is getting through to him. He's lost weight, because he refuses to eat. He's drunk more this past month than I've ever seen him drink in his life. The only time he leaves his room is to get a new bottle." Fellon's fingers ghosted just barely behind the waistband of Anders' pants, touching bare skin for the first time. "I'm… I'm completely out of options."

Anders bit down hard on his lip, trying to clear his head of the thoughts starting to enter his mind and looking up at the ceiling. He hadn't exactly been himself either, but this wasn't his fault. He frowned slightly at the thought of Douglas being so distraught, but focus changed when Fellon touched him. He tried to stifle the slight moan; he really didn't want to encourage this. Fellon's fingers ran beneath Anders' shirt, again, seeming to know exactly where to touch. Somehow, he managed to undo Anders' pants without the blond noticing, giving Fellon hints of bare skin to whisper his soft pleas against, and Anders did moan when Fellon's breath played across it.

This was wrong, Anders knew it; this was Douglas' brother. They hated each other, and the brothers didn't exactly seem to get along themselves. Douglas couldn't be that bad off, could he? And if so, why would they wait this long to try to get him to see Douglas? None of this was making sense and even less as Fellon's hands touched him.

There was a husky whisper against his skin, "You can't leave him like he is." Fellon nipped at Anders' hip bone, following teeth with a swipe of his tongue. Anders jumped and took in deep breath in a large gulp. Fellon continued, "I know you're angry and hurt… but don't take it out on Douglas." Fellon's hands trembled, ever so slightly, as they continued their teasing caresses beneath Anders' shirt. "…Take it out on me."

Looking down at the man again was a mistake, but Anders' eyes betrayed him and did it anyway. Just the sight was breaking his urge to resist, giving him a strange sense of power even though the man at his feet was playing him like a fiddle. His voice was shaking in fear and barely a whisper in lust, "Wh- wh- why would I do… do that?" He swallowed some of his nerves, but he couldn't banish the desire, "What makes you think I even could?"

Fellon keyed off Anders' reactions and nipped a bit harder on his other hip, closer to his groin, and Anders groaned in pure pleasure at the second bite. Fellon slid his hands around, grazing his fingernails over the top of Anders' ass. "You want to be angry and hurt something. I'm giving that to you. Do whatever you want to me… just go see Douglas."

"Please, just… don't…. Stop." How did this man know how to completely undo him? His thoughts were all over the place, and he couldn't focus on any of them.

There was another nip at the join between Anders' hip and groin and another pass of Fellon's hands pushed Anders' pants down around his thighs, letting his member spring free. "Take what I'm offering, Anders. I won't fight you…" nails grazed over Anders' exposed thighs, and another nip was delivered, this one to the base of his shaft.

"I'll go see him. Please…" Anders pleaded desperately, gasping hoarsely at the latest nip cutting off his objection. He still wanted to fight this, but the words were getting stuck in his throat. He was beginning to believe the man on his knees had never heard the word no before, and he could see why. Fellon probably had them screaming for more before they had a thought at all to refuse.

Fellon was centered on what he was doing, and his shoulders shook a bit. Dragging his tongue along the underside of Anders' shaft, he breathed a soft, "Thank you," before abruptly swallowing Anders to the hilt.

Anders shuddered as the tongue ran across him before calling out in surprise at the warm mouth around him. He looked down again, and although the man was on his knees, Anders was the one who still felt like he was submitting to this. Naturally a small part of him was submissive, the main reason why he had always ended up bottoming, also a side of him which had been starved while with Douglas, and the pure alpha male in front of him had every objection to this evaporating quickly.

Fellon's mouth, teeth and tongue played along Anders' length. Anders' pants were down around his knees by now, and Fellon's strong fingers were dancing along his buttocks and the backs of his legs in a delicious massage. Moans were escaping unchecked, Fellon's actions demonstrating knowledge of exactly how Anders liked to be touched even though this was their first encounter. A thought circled in Anders' mind tangled within the pleasure, Douglas must have confided more in his brother than it would appear. He told Fellon they were having issues Anders didn't even know about, and it would also appear their sex life was not off topic either and apparently in excruciating detail. Fine, let the blabbing backfire, and Anders angrily stopped wanting to resist.

Fellon seemed to sense the change in Anders' mood, sucking hard once before pulling away with an audible pop. Staying on his knees, he slid out of his leather jacket and shoulder holster in one, smooth movement, leaving him in his faded jeans and a simple white t-shirt, which did nothing to conceal his impressive physique. Anders studied the other man for a long moment, letting his gaze trail over the muscled shoulders and chest, the fires of lust and anger glowing in his eyes. He reached down and brought his pants back up around his waist but left them unfastened and with one last long look at Fellon, silently walked past him and down the short hall toward his bedroom. Taking a deep shaky breath, Fellon glanced over his shoulder in Anders' direction with heavy-lidded eyes, rising smoothly to his feet and following the other man.