Author's Note: Le male-male sex in this chapter, if you don't like it then don't read it :)
While Hawke had been in the deep roads his mother had been busy appealing to the viscount about the rights to the Amell estate. When Hawke returned the exchanging of some of his new coin smoothed along the process and not two weeks after his return he was moving into his new home. Things were looking up and three weeks after handing Bethany over to the Wardens they received a letter from the Warden Stroud assuring them that Bethany was still alive.
And now Hawke had Fenris over and they were sharing a glass of champagne in the study connecting to his room. The bodies in the basement had been cleared out and the slavers personal things were removed. Hawke wanted to celebrate, in the most carnal of ways if possible, and he could only hope that the elf would oblige.
"I look forward to hearing from Bethany. I hope she makes out alright." Hawke was saying, "she'll be heading back to Ferelden when she's recovered from her joining, so at least she gets to go home. We never lived near Vigils keep, but I'm sure it's the same as everywhere else in Ferelden." he laughed.
"Do you think she'll enjoy being a Grey Warden?" Fenris asked.
"I don't know, if she doesn't we'll just have to kidnap her and bring her back here. It can't be too difficult to escape the Wardens. Anders hasn't been caught yet, and he was caught seven times when he escaped the circle tower."
"Maybe they were just glad to be rid of him." Fenris snarled.
Hawke stood, setting his glass on the table beside him. "enough of such serious talk. Tonight I wish to celebrate, come." He motioned for Fenris to follow him as he left the study to his bedroom.
Fenris frowned and set his glass beside Hawke's before following him. When he entered the dark bedroom he noticed that there were only a few candles lit. It was still warm out (at least to a Ferelden's senses, he shivered) so the fire wasn't lit, and it was dark so there was no sunshine seeping in past the closed curtains.
He had barely taken these things in before he was begin pressed against the wall and Hawke was removing his armor.
"I've been waiting for this moment since the deep roads." Hawke growled seductively before he lowered his head to take Fenris' mouth with his.
Hawke's hands were under his shirt and climbing up his abdomen to his chest, Fenris groaned into the kiss and opened his mouth at the other man's insistence. He noted that this kiss was different from the last one, it was more intense and needy. He momentarily wondered which one he preferred but his thoughts were quickly taken elsewhere when Hawke's fingers found his nipples and gave a light squeeze. Fenris nearly yelped with surprise at the foreign feeling. He instinctively ground his hardening erection into the other man's thigh when it forced its way between his legs.
Hawke moaned and pinched Fenris' nipples harder, the elf cried out into the other man's mouth. Both at the way it sent lightening straight to his groin and how the sharpness of the pain it caused reminded him of similar confusing sensations he felt at the hands of Den- he forced the thought from his mind. Hawke broke the kiss just long enough to pull the elf's shirt off, Fenris only had the opportunity to gasp in a few breaths before the kiss was returned with a clack of teeth on teeth.
Fenris was surprised to find his hands under Hawke's shirt, exploring the man's taught muscles. Hawke moaned silently into the kiss and pressed his aching erection into the elf's hip, forcing Fenris to adjust where he was still grinding against Hawke's thigh. Fenris found the other man's bottom lip and sucked on it gently. Hawke growled and, lifting the elf up, he carried him to the bed, only breaking the kiss to pull his own shirt off and throwing it to the side.
He settled himself between the elf's legs and attacked his neck with his mouth, he used one hand to squeeze Fenris' thigh while using the other to pull at the drawstrings of his pants.
Fenris fought the rising panic he felt at feeling so trapped under the other man. Hawke was heavy and Fenris felt like he was being pinned into the mattress. This is irrational, ignore it, dammit it! Hawke is not him, he chastised himself. In an effort to gain some semblance of control Fenris reached to pull apart the strings on the other man's pants as well. See, you would be reprimanded if this was him, for daring to do such a thing, he reassured himself.
Unaware of Fenris' internal battle Hawke finished untying the elf's pants and gave one last nip to his collarbone before pulling away and, after letting Fenris finish untying his own pants he pulled the elf's off before pulling off his own.
Hawke pushed Fenris further up the bed, so that his head lay on the pillows and returned to kissing him. Fenris welcomed the familiarity of the kiss, he was embarrassed that he was completely naked before the other man, and felt a shame that he hadn't felt in years. He shoved it from his thoughts and let himself get absorbed in the kiss. He was so into it that he jumped when he felt Hawke's calloused hand wrap around his cock. He growled and thrust into the hand and Hawke obliged him and began to pump it slowly.
Fenris' hands were on Hawke's biceps and he didn't notice that he was leaving scratches on the other man's arms as his climax slowly began to build. Hawke must have sensed this as he stopped just short of letting the elf release, instead he moved his hand to himself and his mouth back to Fenris' neck. Hawke moaned into Fenris' collarbone as he pulled at his own erection. When he felt that his cock was at full strength he placed one hand beside the elf to prop himself up and began fumbling in the drawer of his nightstand for the lotion he kept there.
He moved his mouth to Fenris's ear and quietly growled "flip over." before pulling away to allow the elf to do so.
Fenris momentarily considered refusing , but in his lust he obeyed and so he found himself on his hands and knees. He moaned into the pillow when Hawke entered him with one finger, and pushed back as the human pumped it in and out of him. He hissed a little when a second finger was added but the sharp sting was soon replaced with pleasure and he was clenching his fists in the blankets.
Hawke removed his fingers and placed the head of his cock at the elf's entrance. He placed one hand gently on Fenris' hip and slowly pushed himself into the tight warmth that awaited him. A whimper of pleasure escaped Hawke as he was engulfed and Fenris forced himself to relax so that the sting from the large intrusion didn't hurt so much.
When Hawke was fully sheathed he leaned forward and kissed the back of Fenris' shoulder and waited for him to adjust. It wasn't long before Fenris was pushing back into Hawke, inciting him to move.
The pace was fairly slow and gentle at first, but Hawke quickly lost himself and was slamming into the elf below him. Fenris moaned when Hawke increased the speed, despite how awkward he found it felt at first. He suppressed another shot of panic when Hawke's hand found the back of his neck, and he waited for the inevitable pushing of his face into the mattress. Instead Hawke grabbed his hair, forcing the elf to rise, when he did Hawke reached around and grabbed Fenri's cock, pumping it in time to his thrusts. Soon the sting of his hair being pulled was replaced by the climax quickly descending on him again.
Just as he was about to come Hawke let go of his hair and he ended up hollering into the pillow as he came. Hawke caught the elf's seed in his hand and his orgasm quickly followed. He bent over the elf with his spare hand and gasped for breath for a few minutes before slowly pulling out and dropping to the mattress beside Fenris. He leaned down to wipe his hand off on the shirt that he had tossed on the floor and grabbed a cloth from his nightstand and passed it to the elf.
Fenris struggled to catch his breath as he lay face down in the pillow, he tiredly accepted the cloth and rolled over to clean himself. He dropped the soiled cloth on the floor beside the bed and looked over to Hawke. The man had already caught his breath and his eyes were closed, he opened them when he sensed that the elf was watching him. He smiled and leaned over to press his lips against Fenris's before he fell back,
"So, I can't see you for the next few days," he said, " apparently I need to go to the viscounts office and sign some things so that there is no confusion over who owns this place. But I'll come visit you when that's over with."
Fenris looked at him blankly for a few moments before nodding and rising from the bed to find his leggings and tunic. As he got dressed Hawke watched from where he was sprawled on the bed and Fenris turned to him at the doorway, opening his mouth to say something. He thought better of it and nodded his head instead, closing the door behind him as he left.
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On his walk back Fenris found himself comparing his experience with Hawke with what he had experienced before. He was disgusted to find that there had been a few times that Denarius had been as gentle as Hawke had just been. Is this really how sex is? Is it always so obviously a submissive/dominant affair? He had always assumed there was something more. People died and killed for love didn't they? Why? That was hardly worth fighting for.
He scowled, maybe there was something wrong with him and that's why he didn't enjoy sex as much as others did. Maybe Denarius had taken that from him too, by riddling his thoughts with memories of the magister while he was with someone else. Would he continue to go through life finding more and more things that the bastard had tainted?
He reached the mansion and looked up at it angrily. Denarius had probably killed the merchant that had owned it. Even this place was tainted. He pushed open the door and slammed it shut behind him. Would he ever go a day without thinking about the man? He was his slave even now, his thoughts always returning to what he wanted to do when he finally had the mage at his mercy. How fitting that this place was so dark and filled with death, the magister had an uncanny ability to destroy everything he owned with his evil.
Fenris felt filthy. He wished he could light himself on fire and cleanse his soul of the darkness it was filled with. He looked at his room and all of the things that Denarius owned. He found himself thinking it would be more fitting if there was a mirror around. He forced his fists to unclench and found himself grabbing a small table by the fireplace and throwing it against the wall. It shattered and he saw red as he turned to find something else to break.