Back in Kirkwall Anders immediately returned to his clinic, there was already a long queue of people waiting outside. Anders sighed and rolled up his sleeves before opening the clinic and letting the people in. It would be another long day. But unlike the other days he actually felt happy. Smiling to himself he took a look at each and every patient that came through the door. Justice was not bemused at the reason for his host's sudden change of mood. To him the entire situation was wrong. The elf had treated his host so badly throughout the years it was not right that such feelings be shared between them.
But Anders did not care. He was finally happy again. After so many years of misery and bitterness he finally had something comforting. Someone to rely on.
With his mind up in the clouds he didn't notice the time fly and as he dismissed the last patient for the day and looked outside to see the sun setting again already.
"You like to help people don't you?"
Anders spun towards the doorway of his clinic to find Fenris leaning against the door frame smugging at him.
"As if you're much better", Anders replied as he wiped his hands on a sterile cloth," I've heard the stories of the white haired elf with the giant sword that frees slaves at the docks."
"We all have our hobbies", Fenris jested and entered the clinic, closing the door behind him," I just happen to have the hobby of preventing people of my kin having to go through what I did."
Anders watched the elf walk past him to his bookshelf and running a finger along the line of books.
"You read all these?", the visitor asked picking one out and looking at it.
"I wrote some of them too", Anders replied noticing the elves eyes moved oddly over the pages.
Fenris raised an eyebrow and side-glanced at him before putting the book back into the shelf.
"If you're interested I can borrow you some", Anders offered before grunting whilst getting up.
"No, it's fine."
Anders moved over to his visitor and stood in front of him, the scent of the others musk filling his nose. Not like he minded it, it was a pleasant smell, but then again it meant that Fenris dearly needed a bath. At that point Ander remembered a rumour he had heard, that elves all showered in the rain only. Contemplating for a while if he should ask if said rumour was true or not and then deciding it was probably not such a good idea, he noticed the elf had raised an eyebrow at him for being so absent minded.
"Something you wish to ask, mage?"
"No, I better not", Anders replied rubbing his eyes with the thumb and index finger of his right hand," thinking it through it seems like a ridiculous theory anyway."
"Suit yourself", Fenris shrugged, the metal on his armour clinking in the process.
"So what did you come here for", Anders quickly changed the subject.
"I was at the tailor and got myself some new pants with my hard earned money", Fenris replied and hooked his claw-like finger-cover of his gauntlet around Anders' chain holding his shoulder padding up to pull him down a little," And because there's never anything happening in my mansion I figured I'd drop bye..."
"I don't have much to offer though I'm afraid", Anders gestured to his clinic.
"I don't need much", Fenris smirked and started forcing Anders to walk backwards.
They entered Anders' private area of the clinic and Fenris slammed the separating door behind him shut there too, just to make sure. An awkward silence filled the room and Anders, tired as he was, wasn't sure what to make of the whole situation. Was the elf there just to not have to be alone, did he expect hospitality or was he out for something else all together?
Fenris' eyes shifted around the room a little until they rested in a particular direction and he smirked again whilst redirecting Anders to walk into that direction.
"What in Andraste's name are you do-", the back of his legs hit something and then it dawned on him as he fell over backwards onto the bed.
"Are you sure about this?", Anders looked up at Fenris who was already un-strapping his chest plate. He had heard elves tended to be potent, but this was way faster than he expected. He flinched when the heavy armoury hit the wooden floor with a loud cluttering sound and he could see the elves true physical appearance for the first time. He had overestimated the thickness of the armour, and had always figured Fenris to be similarly lanky to the usual elves as in the alienage. How very wrong he had been. The skin tight leather that the elf wore to protect himself from sores by the armour, revealed an athletic and yes lanky, but still heavily muscled torso.
Fenris removed his gauntlets next, tossing them to the chest plate on the ground, again making Anders flinch. The mage wasn't sure about the entire situation at all, he wanted it but on the other hand he didn't know if it was right, plus Justice was giving him one hell of a headache.
The willing elf, removed his final layer of upper clothing revealing his lyrium scarred body.
Anders swallowed dry. The lyrium inside the beautiful filigree lines that covered the man's body sang to him, called to him like the lyrium back at the magi tower used to. As the elf slowly crawled over him, the emerald eyes always fixed on his own, he could hear the lyrium song grow louder and Justice's mental prodding becoming stronger.
As their eyes were at equal level and their lips just inches apart, the song of the now glowing lyrium was so seducing, Anders felt like tearing it out of his potential lover's skin.
"What happened to all the fiery hate speeches?", Anders asked with a smirk.
"I can use that fire differently now", Fenris purred, moving a hand up Anders' leg.
The last time Anders had experienced a situation like this was way back when he was still with Karl and Justice was trying to use those memories to give him a bad conscience. As soon as Fenris' hand stroked over Anders' crotch though, Justice had had enough.
"Get your hands off of him, elf!", Justice commanded as he took over his host for a short time span.
"No!", Anders just managed to stop Justice as he was about to hit Fenris with a spell.
The elf had shot up instantly, straddling Anders and watching him battling the spirit inside him.
"You know this is not right! Tell him to leave!", Justice demanded giving Anders another burst of headaches.
"No! This is MY body you inhabit! It is my decision whom I offer it to!"
The argument inside Anders' head was making his skull feel like it was going to split any second.
"You fool! Can't you see he's using the lyrium to seduce you into this?"
Anders paused and looked up at the elf's content face. Truly he didn't notice this. On the battlefield Fenris would use his lyrium as well and it would not affect him this way.
"How do you know how to use your lyrium to seduce mages...", Anders asked the painfully obvious and watched Fenris' ears drop as he looked away, shame and pain in his expression.
The elf got off of the mage and grabbed his belongings, hastily putting them back on not looking back at the mage.
Anders shook his head as it cleared and sat up.
"You always claim it never happened ... but did Denarius-"
"I do not wish to talk about it!", Fenris barked still not looking at Anders with his head held low," I'll see you tomorrow at Hawke's estate for the trip to the Tal-Vashoth caverns."
Before Anders could say anymore, the warrior had stalked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him. He sat for a while longer on his bed before slowly getting up and straightening his gowns. Leaning his head back he looked at the ceiling of his dorms and sighed.
"That poor man must have gone through hell...", he said out loud and winced at the horrid mental images that popped into his head at the mere thought of what services Denarius might have asked of his elf.
"Hmpf, my elf?", Anders chuckled and shook his head," So Justice, what do you make of this?"
"It seems the singing elf has gone through more injustice than I expected. Which does not mean I agree with the thoughts and feelings you hold for him", the spirit answered sympathetically.
"I see...", Anders murmured as he thought about what had just happened.
Was the elf only so willing because he wanted to get over what had happened during slavery or even try to forget about it as soon as possible? Or did he even think it was the only way he could please a mage lover?
Anders shook his head again and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger. One way or another he'd have to confront Fenris with it as well to clear things.
"Sometimes I get the feeling all that man needs is a hug and some tenderness", Anders whispered and turned back to his bed. He dearly needed some sleep as it was.