I don't own Dragon Age

Setting: Sci-fi

Rating: T

Sexing in the shower

Fenris sat and tried to avoid staring at his cellmate; this meant that he had to stare into the white, sterile and boring wall. But it was better than the alternative. Not that his cellmate was ugly, she was a pretty, dark haired woman. She also didn't seem unfriendly; she had already tried to get a conversation going, twice. This was his real problem with her, he had no interest in conversing, and she seemed to take the slightest look in her direction as an invitation.

"Soo..." the woman began. Fenris groaned, there she went again. "Those markings you have ... they look tech-ish, you got implants? I have a friend who has some, he got these eyes, all red and creepy, but he is able to see all kinds of stuff".

Fenris shot a glare in her direction, but otherwise continued to ignore her. She sighed, and kept quiet, for a while at least.

"What did you do to get in here?" she asked. Fenris turned towards her and narrowed his eyes.

"Do you ever stop talking?"

"... Did I say something wrong?" she asked and sent him a look filled with honest hurt and worry. Fenris felt a little bad for her, "... No, can we just, not talk?".

She nodded and looked like a puppy that had just been kicked. Fenris watched her for a few moments before sighing heavily.

"… I stole from the wrong people, without paying proper attention to my surroundings" he said bitterly. He felt bad about her sitting looking all sad like that. Her face lit up in a genuine smile.

"Cool … I really shouldn't tell why I am here" she said, her voice filled with uncertainty. Fenris sat in silence while she fretted; it only lasted a few minutes.

"Have you heard of The Resistance?" she blurted. For the first time Fenris looked at her with real interest. Of course he had, everybody had. As the name suggested they were a resistance group, the only real one, fighting to overthrow a corrupt government who listened only to the rich corporations. He had even considered joining once, but, well, he had to provide for his sister and mother … and deal with the cursed Tech-Implants.

He nodded slowly, "I … have heard of them, yes" he said.

She leaned towards him and lowered her voice to a whisper, "I am … uhm … They have me … accused of being a member"

Fenris expression became guarded, why was she telling him this? With such a clumsy try to cover up her slip, she couldn't possibly be a real member, could she? Perhaps she was a guard in disguise, trying to see if he had information on the group? While he sat deep in thought she went on.

"… So one day I'm just at home, minding my own business, and poof … well it didn't go poof, more like zap, my main door has been vaporized and I'm being dragged …". She was cut short by a sudden blackout.

For a few seconds the room was completely black, and then the light blinked back on. He heard a curse and an unknown voice say, "That was supposed to last longer". Fenris looked toward the voice. In the now open doorway a very handsome man was standing. He seemed to be about Fenris' age with coppery blond hair put up in a ponytail and golden brown eyes.

"Merrill, get moving! We need to get out of here before the guards show up". The sound of running feet came from beyond the doorway. "Woops, too late".

The man threw himself into the room, just as the sound of shooting filled the hallway. Bullets flew through the spot he had occupied moments before. He cursed loudly, "Seems we're in trouble" he said and pulled out a gun of his own then threw one to Merrill, who looked extremely nervous. Fenris moved quickly to stand beside the open doorway. The man shot him a questioning glance but didn't interfere. Both him and Merrill got in position, ready to defend themselves.

It didn't take more than a few seconds before the first police officer went through the door. She was wearing heavy protection, bulletproof west, armbands, pants, shoes and a helmet with a thick, darkened visor in bulletproof glass. Apparently the armor made her feel secure, or maybe she was just reckless, 'cause she went straight into the room without even bothering to check for hidden attackers. Under normal circumstances she wouldn't have had to. This wasn't normal circumstances. Fenris launched himself at the woman and planted his hand in the middle of her chest. Before the officer had a chance to react, Fenris activated his tech-implants, killing the woman on the spot. As always a surge of pain, greater than the normal constant throbbing, flew through him everywhere the implants were connected to flesh.

Fenris gritted his teeth against the pain and gave the dead officer a hard push, so she tumbled into her fellow officers. The man and Merrill were quick to react. The moment the first officer fell they sprinted forward guns blazing at the two policemen behind the first. Normally they wouldn't have stood a chance. Both the policemen were in full armor, just like the first, and they were armed. The man had what looked like bits and pieces of many different brands of bulletproof armor, none of it as new or solid as what the police were carrying, and Merrill had no armor at all. However as it were, the police officers were distracted by the sudden, and unexpected, death of their comrade. Before they got her of them and confirmed her death, the man and Merrill were upon them, kicking and shooting. They got a few shots in on the handsome man, but his armor seemed to keep the worst out. Fenris didn't see how it went for Merrill, his attention was on the man. He moved with swift efficiency, this was clearly not the first time he had been in a fight. It was impressive to watch him fight, impressive and beautiful. He succeeded in getting his gun up under the visor of one of the officers, while the other were busy with Merrill. Now two of them were down and the advantage had tipped to the man and Merrill. The fight ended quickly after that.

As soon as all three policemen lay unmoving on the ground, Merrill started running the man not far behind her. After taking a few steps he turned around and looked at Fenris, "Are you coming, or would you rather stay here?" he asked with a small smile. Fenris blinked confused and then went after them.

"First, let me start by thanking you for helping us out back there". His handsome savior from the jail smiled at him. They were in a small room seated opposite each other at a unadorned table. He had pulled Fenris in there shortly after they arrived at the hideout. It had taken Fenris by surprise when the man had declared this place to be one of the Resistance's secret hideouts, mostly because it meant that the girl, Merrill, really was part of the movement. He had thought higher of them.

Fenris nodded at him, his expression guarded. He was still unsure of where this would lead, his death, imprisonment or something different? The man regarded him for a moment before he spoke again.

"My name is Anders, and as you probably guessed I am part of the Resistance" he began. Fenris nodded again. "I assume you have heard f us before?". For the third time Fenris nodded. Anders hesitated while watching him.

".. You have some impressive skills and you really helped us out back there" he began after the short break. Fenris snorted at that. Andres raised his eyebrow and looked questioningly at him.

"If you with impressive skills are referring to these" Fenris lifted his arm to show the implants visible on top of his skin, "Then 'skill' is hardly the right word".

"Gadgets then, or weapons if you prefer" Anders continued, "My point is, they seem useful and you don't seem too fond of the authorities".

"If you by useful mean 'cause agonizing pain and disturbing memories', then yes, sure" he said coldly, "... but you are correct, I am not found of the authorities".

"Good" Anders said with a small smile, "And that's the important part, I'm sure we can find a use for all the agonizing pain".

Fenris gave him a suspicious look, "... why?"

"First, I'm very interested in how you acquired those implants?" Anders said instead of answering the question. Fenris felt a little annoyed and was about to snap something at him, then thought better of it and instead shook his head with a sigh.

"I don't enjoy talking about these, and I like having them even less" he said and waved his arm, "I realize this might make me seem ungrateful for the help you provided in leaving the jail, this is not so. However I would prefer not to talk about painful and personal memories before I have a clearer idea of what will happen to me" he said, choosing his words carefully, trying to express a bit of gratitude while keeping things on his terms.

Anders seemed to consider it for a moment, "hm ... sounds fair enough" he said with another small smile, "I were simply thinking: Hey, more hands to fight the oppression never hurts, especially when those hands can kill a man with a single touch." he grinned, "but then I thought, maybe I should have a word with him first, see if he even sympathizes with our cause and find out how he got those gadgets in the first place, make sure he's not a spy, you know the usual".

Fenris considered him, "... You wish to determine whether or not I could join your organization?". Anders nodded.

"Hm ... well enough" Fenris said, "I will answer your questions then". He considered how best to tell the story, "I got these implants as part of an experiment many years ago" he began, "Back when both me and my sister were too young to contribute with much at home and my mother had to deal with everything alone. We had very little money, it was a struggle just getting through the week, then one day one of the bigger corporations were searching for human subjects. They paid well"

"Of course they did" Anders interrupted bitterly, an angry expression crossing his face.

Fenris nodded once and then continued, "As you probably guessed I took the job" it felt weird talking to someone about it. He hadn't told the whole story to anyone since it happened, mostly people assumed he had achieved them through some illegal means. "The operation was ..." He took a steadying breath, "painful, the most painful thing I have ever experienced ... sometimes I still ..." he shook his head, "let's just say they didn't bother with anesthesia and that kind of procedure isn't something you forget. I heard I were among the lucky participants ... some of the others went mad or died". For a moment he saw a weird expression cross Anders face, then it was gone. Fenris continued, "So now I am stuck with these ... implants, leftovers from a failed operation, they still doesn't work quite right and have no other purpose then destruction and death. Not something I am fond of or which makes getting an ordinary job particularly easy".

Anders snorted, "I am sure that wouldn't be a problem if you had been born by the right parents ... then again had your parents been from the right circles no one would have operated on you without anesthetics. No, that kind of treatment is only for the working class. They think they have the right to treat people as tools, just because they have money!". While he talked he clenched his hands and his tone were angry and passionate.

"Nothing new there" Fenris answered in a voice filled with bitterness. Anders looked at him, his gaze intense.

"But it shouldn't have to be that way. The rules and laws ought to be in place to protect the people, not keep them in place! Law enforcement shouldn't be something to fear, but something to make us feel safe! And no one should ever have to sell themselves or part of themselves to live!". His voice was filled with passion, and Fenris couldn't help but admire him for it. It seem that more than his looks were extraordinary.

"Yeah, it should be that way ... but it isn't" he said and shrugged, "and neither the government nor the corporations seem inclined to change that"

"Then we will force them to change!". Anders stood up and leaned over the table towards Fenris, "Help us change the world ". Their eyes met and Fenris didn't know what to say, he just stared into Anders warm, golden brown, passion filled eyes. "Help me change the world" Anders added after a few heartbeats. Fenris felt his face heat up slightly and quickly broke eye contact, "Fine, if you want my help, I will lend it".

"Really? Amazing! It's always good with new people onboard" Anders said and grinned at him, his mood seemed to suddenly have become much better. Fenris gave a small smile in return. It had felt .. weird, intimate the way Anders had stared at him. It had made his stomach flutter in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. He cleared his throat and prepared to speak, but Anders beat him to it.

"I were thinking you might want a chance to wash up, in my experience those prisons aren't too big on personal hygiene" Anders said before Fenris had a chance to say anything. Fenris suddenly felt very self-conscious about the fact that he hadn't had a proper bath in days. It didn't help that he was standing in a small room with an exceptional handsome and interesting man.

"That would be very nice" he said trying to avoid looking to much at Anders.

"Great" he said and smiled again, "Just follow me then, I'll show you where the bath is". Fenris rose from his chair and followed Anders out of the room.

They arrived at a room with white stone tiles on both the floor and walls. Along one wall there were showerheads sticking out, each with a small knob for adjusting the temperature and one for turning on the water. Fenris furrowed his brows, the place looked old, almost ancient.

"Heh, yeah we did try to make the government fund a modern bath, but well, you know how they get about these things" Anders said, when he noticed Fenris expression. Fenris let out a small laugh.

"Yeah, I could imagine that wouldn't go over too well" he said and smiled, "Next time, try pretending you are someone else"

Anders laughed, "Excuse me, I'm from the Movement of Preserving Kittens, and we would like a new bathing facility, no no, I'm not wanted or anything, I just have one of those faces you know ... the ones that looks suspiciously like wanted people"

Fenris smiled at that, "So, you are a wanted man?" he asked lifting one eyebrow. Anders nodded.

"Yep"

"If you always keep as low a profile as you did today, it's a wonder you haven't been caught yet" he said, "Breaking into prisons and what not"

"Oh, but they catch me all the time, I'm just so incredibly charming that they have to let me go" he said and sent a very charming smile in Fenris direction. This made Fenris blush lightly and quickened his heartbeat, despite knowing that the smile didn't mean anything.

Fenris shook his head at him, "Wouldn't surprise me" he said with a small smile. Anders smile widened in return.

"How about I go get you some clean clothing , meanwhile you can start on your bath" he said. Fenris nodded and Anders left the old-fashioned room. Fenris stripped out of his old clothes and turned on the water. It was wondrous to feel the hot water on his skin and he let himself get absorbed by that feeling, paying no heed to the room around him. It wasn't until he heard the shower next to him turn on, that he returned his attention to his surroundings.

No further than a meter from him Anders was having a shower. This of course meant that he was naked. Anders wasn't looking at him and Fenris took advantage of that by getting a good look at his body. His eyes wandered from the wet, coppery blond hair, glistening because of the water and over the well muscled back. He was just about to get at the interesting part when Anders turned around. Fenris quickly lifted his gaze, not that Anders would have been any less interesting to watch from the front, but it didn't seem polite. His cheeks reddened slightly as Anders looked him in the eyes.

"I thought I would join you" he said with a smile, "I felt like taking a bath". Fenris nodded at this.

"You are always welcome" he said. Anders raised one eyebrow.

"Really?" he said in a tone that made Fenris pulse speed up.

"Really" Fenris replied with a small smirk. Anders smiled and let his eyes travel over him in a way that only added to Fenris rising pulse. He wanted Anders hands to follow the path his eyes had taken, to travel all over his body touching and caressing. He shook his head slightly and tried to focus his thoughts.

"What if I asked to join you under your shower?" Anders asked with a glimmer in his eyes, "It gets so lonely all the way over here"

"You'd still be welcome" Fenris replied with a smile. He tried to sound confident, but couldn't help feeling a little nervous. He hadn't done this kind of stuff in a very long time, and never with someone like Anders. Anders stepped out from under his own shower and moved under Fenris'. The sudden closeness made his stomach do a flip. He felt anxious, his heart beat fast, his pulse rose even higher and all his blood flowed to somewhere between his legs.

He took a hesitant step towards Anders and looked straight into his golden eyes. Anders carefully placed one hand behind his head and pulled him closer. The hand in his wet hair felt warm and comfortable and he enjoyed the sensation. Then his lips met Anders', both their bodies and mouths pressing together, and all thoughts of hands in hair disappeared. The only thing that mattered was warm lips against his own. It felt great, right and exiting. He pressed himself into him and deepened the kiss while putting his arms around him.

For a long time they stood there, under the shower, entangled in each other. The kiss was broken and then slowly turned into more. It was warm and wet and amazing. It was, Fenris later thought, the perfect beginning. The beginning of his time in the resistance and the beginning of his time with Anders.