Fenris had grumbled under his breath the entire walk from Anders clinic through Hightown. Sebastian rolled his eyes when he caught bits of the broody tirade, but remained silent. "Pretentious twat" and "privileged ass rag" were definitely his favorite. He wasn't going to instigate any further trouble with these two. They punched. Hard. The Prince knew that they would deposit him into the Chantry under the watchful eye of Elthina, then leave him for the rest of the night. What very few people knew was that the Grand Cleric spent her evenings with Orlesian romance novels and a healthy dose of Holy Wine. And he'd been slipping out of the Chantry at least once a week for the past few years to go with Hawke on missions to save the helpless citizens of Kirkwall. So Sebastian walked in silence, willing the minutes to pass quickly, until he could be rid of his watchdogs, then he could properly indulge his old vices.

Making their way up the stairs Sebastian recalled every moment of his whoring youth that he had guiltily repressed during his time as a Brother of the Chantry. He was Isabela, but without tits.

Oooh I wonder where she is tonight?

Perhaps he should start at the Blooming Rose, Sebastian thought. Get back in the saddle, literally. Sebastian could not recall his last sexual encounter, he had been intoxicated and the girl was comparable to a dead fish. Tonight, he wanted more than just release, he wanted hot, passionate, animalistic fucking. For too many years now had he woken to a stiff erection without even the comfort of being allowed self-pleasure. The Chantry had been nothing but denial, repression, and escapism from reality. Since opening his eyes at the coast earlier, Sebastian could no longer feel the guilt associated with religion. Life was anew with wonder and possibility, but before any sense of maturity and responsibility returned, this Prince intended to seriously sow his wild oats. All night long. Sebastian knew that Isabela would be an all too willing participant, she had never hid her interest to get beneath his armor. His eager cock twitched as he imagined Isabela laving his crown jewels with her hot, wet mouth. The pirate would likely be at the Blooming Rose anyway since Hawke was at home.

Hawke.

Sebastian pictured his beautiful Champion. THE. The Champion, not his, but Maker he wanted to have Hawke to himself. He would always place himself behind her on patrol, to better scout for incoming attacks he had said. Sebastian had allowed this small falsehood since the first time he joined her group on a trip to clear Coterie thugs near the docks a few years back. It was easier to ask the Maker's forgiveness every morning after he had spent the night dreaming of Hawke's swaying ass, than to pretend he didn't watch the curve of her hips, or the swell of her breasts as she moved.

"Vael." Fenris' gravelly voice brought Sebastian out of his reverie and looked around to notice that they had at some point entered into the Chantry and were now standing near the main altar.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

Fenris glowered at Sebastian from underneath his disheveled silver hair. "I said I will escort you to your cell while Aveline talks with Elthina."

He turned towards the staircase to see the Guard Captain speaking in a hushed voice to the Grand Cleric who was looking at him quizzically.

"Oh, right…yes, it's this way then." Sebastian led Fenris down the corridor to the living quarters for the other Brothers and stopped in front of his door. "Thank you Fenris for getting me home safely," Sebastian ran a hand through his auburn hair and smiled brightly, "and I apologize most profusely-"

"Open the door before I throw you through it." Fenris' gauntlets clenched into fists at his sides.

Sebastian chuckled lightly before turning the handle, "You're not really my type Fenris but I'm really, very flattered."

He was pushed violently through the door and landed with a thud on to his small cot. Sebastian's laugh was immediately wiped from his face as the blue glow of Fenris' lyrium markings indicated the end of the elf's patience.

"Despite our past friendship, I would kill you now," the lyrium ghost's presence dominated the small, plain cell, "but Hawke asked me to make sure that you survive this night, since supposedly you shall return to normal tomorrow."

Hawke. Sebastian needed to get to her. Tonight. Maybe her and Isabela, at the same time. Maker yes.

"You're right Fenris." Sebastian stood up and began to unbuckle his armor and quickly placed the pieces on to the corner rack. "I will get into bed and tomorrow, tomorrow I will begin to atone for my sins."

Fenris looked at him skeptically. Sebastian hoped his face looked as sincere and regretful as possible.

His glow subsided, Fenris backed out of the doorway, "I will return for you in the morning. Do not make me disregard Hawke's wishes and have to kill you Vael."

When the door closed and Fenris' footsteps faded out of earshot, Sebastian jumped to his wardrobe and grabbed a plain black tunic and breeches. Perfect for dark deeds and sneaking through the streets of Kirwall.

He would see Hawke again this night. If whatever dark lord could fulfill his deepest desires, then he would HAVE Hawke this night. He would have her in her mage's robes, and then without any robes. Then he would watch her and Isabela fight for his attention and his cock. Sebastian smiled while he continued to imagine the sexual scenarios he wished for. If what Anders had said was true, then this effect (miracle) would only last for several hours. Finishing the ties on his waist, Sebastian opened the small window behind his bed. Crawling into the cool night air, he brushed bits of dirt off of his chest.

I should probably find Isabela first. With that thought, Sebastian made his way through the shadows of the Chantry courtyard towards his first destination of what would hopefully be a night he could never forget.

Sorry for the short chapter : [

I received my first review today (yay!) and was reminded that I should not be doing my homework and write another chapter.

When I started the story, I had a very clear picture of what was going to happen, and to whom…but now, well, I think I see another path. A dirty path of debauchery. So, I'm going to take it.

Maker forgive me, I am a heathen…and I'm not doing my homework : ]