Little warning before hand on this one:
There's a few bits and bobs that are 18+ material in this chapter. So if you don't don't like that sorta stuff you better turn back!
A few months later the Qunari attacked the entire City and killed the Viscount.
Anders was there when he confronted the Arrishock. The Rogue standing there without fear facing the beast allmost doubled his size. When the epic battle finally began Hawke used his agility to evade the Arrishocks heavy attacks, to then stab and slice from behind or the sides where his larger opponent wasn't expecting it.
Anders stood on the stairs watching the battle in awe alongside Varric and Isabela who seemed equaly as tensed as himself. He was pretty sure Varric was memorising as much as possible to be able to tell the story later whilst Isabela was just taken aback at what Hawke was doing to protect her.
As the fight dragged on and on Anders started feeling agitated. Hawke had been hit a few times and had barely managed to heal himself with potions, the entire situation was calling upon Anders' inner healer.
"You can't help him! He has to do this on his own", Justice kept telling him before Anders shook him off again.
"Maker's breath, the battle's been going on for half an hour now", Varric muttered under his breath.
Both the contestants were starting to obviously tire. The Arrishock was bleeding all over from all the minor wounds that Hawke had inflicted, whilst the other was starting to loose his breath. But then it happened. The Arrishock dashed forwards, weapon held high and brought it down smashing the marble floor underneath it, just missing his target. Hawke sprang into the air and rammed his two daggers into the Arishock's chest. The giant Qunari fell backwards onto the steps in front of Anders and tried to breath, to no prevail.
"One day... we shall... return", the leader queezed before his head fell back and his last breath left him.
The other qunari that resided in the hall then slowly started to leave, not uttering a word and just after they left Night Commander Meredith and Firsts Enchanter Orsino came running into the hall.
"Is it over?", Meredith questioned, her sword held high.
"It's over", Hawke answered, facing them.
"The city has been saved!", one of the people through in and the masses started cheering to their new hero.
Meredith looked around at the applauding people to then set her eyes back on Hawke as she sheathed her sword again.
She slowly marched up to Hawke and came to a halt in front of him, her usual earnest face fixed on him.
"Well done. It seems Kirkwall has a new champion."
Hawke smiled confidently and looked back at his companions and Anders sighed with relief.
They were led out of the Viscount's keep with the cheering of the people of Kirkwall and as they came down the grand steps to high town there were even more people, cheering and clapping.
"Looks like you're going to be real popular from now on, Hawke", Varric chuckled
"I can live with that", Hawke boasted and squared his shoulders to then grimace a bit," Erm, Anders would you mind healing me later? I think I got knocked a bit hard in a few places."
"Sure thing", Anders chuckled before looking at Isabela,"And you're a lucky woman."
"Oh I know I am!", she lent over to peck Hawke on the cheek," I'd say you're my night in shining armour, but the templar armour is kind of ugly."
They made their way up to high town to Hawke's mansion where the rest of their group were llready waiting and eagerly got inside, leaving the crowds outside.
"Ah Master Hawke!", Bodan came jogging up the entry hall," I've heard the good news already! May I congratulate you, to your new title?"
"Thank you Bodan! I'm taking it, you kept the house in one piece during my absence?", Hawke replied as everybody entered the grand hall with it's blazing fireplace.
Fionnlagh came bolting down the stairs from the bedroom and pounced his owner, who instantly began to play with his best friend.
Anders stood beside them smiling to himself. He may have been a cat person but he still admired dog's loyalty and love. Suddenly feeling a bit sad missing Sir Pounce-Alot he sighed and earned a pat on the shoulder by Merrill.
"Don't worry Anders, I'm sure one day you'll find yourself another cat like Sir Pounce-Alot", she comforted.
"Thanks, Merrill", Anders smiled back down at her," I don't think there's any cat just like him but I'd like to have a constant companion in my satchel on my travels again."
"So now what?", Aveline took a step forwards," You've become the Champion of Kirkwall. What are your next plans?"
"Well", Hawke pondered rubbing his beard with his right hand," Maybe I'll go into politics?"
"In that case, we are all doomed", Fenris jested from the back.
"Oh hush you!", Isabela elbowed him.
They stayed the afternoon and Orana, Hawke's elven house maid, was busy bringing tea and biscuits for everybody.
After a long evening Anders and Hawke were the last to stay. Anders kept his promise and began healing Hawke after they had left the table to stand by the fireplace.
Over the past few days Anders had been talking to Justice and had come up with a plan that wasn't only risky but that would cost lives but would most definitely stop the tower from containing the mages in Kirkwall. But he'd need someone's help and the only person he trusted with this was the man who's shoulder he was currently fixing. But he wasn't sure how Hawke would take it.
"Hawke?", Anders began as he worked himself down the other man's back.
"The way you're saying my name isn't promising good news, Anders", Hawke sighed.
"Well I've thought a lot lately and I've come up with a plan to free the mages of Kirkwall. But I'll need your help for it. I know you've only just gotten rid of one issue with the Arrishok but Kirkwall lacks a Viscount and we both know that Meredith will not let someone climb to that post if she can use this situation to her advantage."
"Indeed", Hawke muttered," So you're worried she'll screw the lid even tighter on the mages in the tower?"
"Yes, that and the Chantry is not doing anything anymore to try and maintain balance between the two fractions so it's bound to become worse and worse."
There was silence for a while as Anders continued to move his glowing hands over the cuts and bruises of Hawkes lower back.
"Anders", Hawke murmured before throwing him a glance over his shoulder," You're not seriously considering harming the Chantry are you? Sebastian would have you killed, if not tear your head off himself!"
"I know and that's why I need your help. Take a few of our group with you and visit me in my clinic... act like you know nothing of my plan and I'll just ask you for Sera Petra and Drake Stone and claim it's to do with a ritual to separate me from justice so the others don't know. Then later when my task is complete, shove all the blame on me. When Sebastian looses it act like you'll stab me. I'll play my death role and when you all leave I'll run and hide for a few years. You'll get out of it clean, I promise."
Hawke rubbed his eyes with the thumb and the index finger of his right hand whilst sighing.
"Let me think about it, Anders. And let me see how things develop. If I show up at your clinic one day with some of our friends and ask you why you called for my assistance, you'll know what I mean."
Anders nodded and finished up healing Hawke's leg before straightening himself.
"Deal!"
The men shook hands and nodded shortly but assuring at each other before Anders left the grand mansion.
The night air was cool but still nice to feel on his skin as Anders took a deep long breath of the freshness. He turned to leave when he saw two eyes reflecting from the ally he was heading to. At first he figured it was a cat and smiled as he tried to get closer cautiously. But as he did so he noticed they were to large and stopped cocking an eyebrow.
"Either the cats are getting rather large here in high town, or the wolves are getting cheekier", he said out loud and squinted his eyes together into the darkness.
"Irony favours the second", a deep chuckle came from the eyes as they moved a tad up and down with it.
The glowing eyes moved upwards to be almost at Andres' hight and then moved forwards to reveal the tip of an elven nose and a few tufts of white hair.
"I had no idea elf eyes reflected", Anders tilted his head to the side still cocking an eyebrow.
"Our noses, eyes and ears are a different shape to your human ones cus they're advanced. And we see formidably in the dark as well as the day. I'm guessing that might be the cause", Fenris shrugged as he came closer again, coming to a stop infront of the slightly taller man.
Anders smiled back at him enjoying the shimmering of his white hair in the moonlight.
They had gotten closer and more understanding over the past few weeks. Nothing going past the occasional make-out though and Anders didn't mind it at all. He hadn't had a slow relaxed relationship apart from Karl and he dearly needed it. He reached forwards and cupped the elf's face in his right hand. Fenris leaned his face into the touch and closed his eyes, showing his trust to the mage.
"What are you doing here anyway? You left allmost an houre ago", Anders asked brushing a thumb over Fenris' cheek.
"Being in the mansion all the time gets dull after a while", Fenris replied, still not opening his eyes," So I someties sit outside on the steps to the Viscount's keep and watch the nightly activities of Hightown."
"Why not the Chantry?" Anders asked before pecking the elf's forehead and heading up towards the Chantry with him," It's closer to your place."
"Nothing ever hapenes around the Chantry", Fenris huffed," Besides, I think I scared a few of the sisters that had night shift."
Anders laughed out loud as they walked around the corner past the Chantry and up the stairs to the more noble parts of Hightown.
They entered Fenris' mansion and walked up the stairs to where the elf usually resided. Anders took a seat at the bench and watched the other man getting wood to light a fire in the chimney.
"You should tell him of your plan", Justice's voice chimed in his head.
"He'll probably want to have nothing to do with me after I've destroyed the Chantry anyway", Anders answered, a clenching feeling arising in his stomach," It'll be better off he thinks me dead and then moves on."
"I understand you're willing to sacrifice a lot for the right cause", Justice answered as Fenris tore a wooden door off a cupboard," But you'll never know if he would have stuck to you if you had told him from the beginning and that will keep you sidetracked for the rest of your days."
"If I tell him now he'll try and stop me from even starting this mission", Anders answered again the clenching in his stomach growing as Fenris cracked more wood in half as if it were cardboard," I know him well enough to know that."
"As you wish, it is your relationship. You must know if you are willing to sacrifice it", Justice gave in and disappeared again.
He never was around much when Anders was with Fenris. Anders figured he might feel out of place, awkward or just plain out didn't understand it, but he didn't care.
Fenris was now trying to light the fire but to no prevail and Anders thought he saw a snarl and a cuss in Tevinter, before the elf's shoulders sagged in a sigh.
"Do you want me to take care of that?", Anders tried not to laugh.
He earned a glare.
"If you laugh, I promise you, I'll set you on fire!"
When Anders smirked and Fenris noticed what he had just said he looked the other way, his ears dropping in shame. When the tips of the ears started turning red, Anders had had his fill and snapped his fingers, instantly igniting the fireplace in a grand blaze.
Fenris straightened himself, coughed to clear his throat and took a deep breath before looking at Anders earnestly again.
"Thank you."
"Not a problem", Anders was still smirking.
Ever since Fenris had told Anders what Danarius had demanded of him during his time as a slave, making Anders feel so sick he was close to puking a few times, Fenris had started to go shy on any hints towards that subject. Anders didn't mind it though; as a matter of fact he loved it. He enjoyed seeing the otherwise so self assure Fenris trying to find words or giving him that awkward stare.
The elf reached into one of the still intact wardrobes and retrieved two bottles of wine of which he handed one to Anders.
"It may not be Agreggio Pavali, but it's not bad", Fenris commented as he sat down next to Anders.
Fenris took a long swig from the bottle before gesturing to Anders to drink as well. Anders sighed and took a a few gulps from his own bottle. Truly it wasn't a bad wine but he wasn't the sort of person that drank it in the amounts the man next to him did. He then placed the bottle on the table to rest a hand on Fenris' left knee. The elf immediately tensioned at the touch but quickly relaxed again, giving Anders a sorry look.
"It's all right, Fenris", Anders chuckled as he ran his hand slowly up and down the lower thigh," I can understand that with your background ..."
"Still, I feel like a fool. I know you wouldn't harm me, yet I still flinch at every touch", Fenris sighed and took another long swig from his bottle," You said the mages in the towers also get maltreated. I've never seen a magi tower from the inside but I can't imagine the Templers could hide cruelty so easily in there."
"They didn't even try hiding it", Anders growled, feeling justice crawling up the back of his thoughts at the memory," They beat us, locked us into tiny windowless chambers and raped us at their will", he snorted fighting back Justice," I was fortunate enough to not have been punished with the last of the three."
"Sounds much like how they treat us elves in Tevinter..."
The room fell silent, only the crackling of the fire to be heard, until Anders smiled at Fenris softly before getting up.
"I should get going then. Still need to clean up the clinic", he announced and just made to leave before Fenris grabbed his right wrist.
"Stay... please."
Anders looked back down at the other man, the shimmer dancing in the tact of the flames on the big green eyes looking up at him making him hesitate.
"Are you sure you want me to stay the night?", Anders cocked an eyebrow before turning back to him.
"I... umm", Fenris' mouth twitched as he searched for the right words,"It's safer up here in HighTown for you."
"Aaaaaaaaand?", Anders dug on crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"And", Fenris lowered his voice, „I grow tired of inhabiting this giant house all by myself."
Aha, so the oh so proud warrior didn't want to be on his own? Anders smiled amused down at Fenris as he glared back up at him.
"I do not need any sly remarks about this."
"I know. You probably had to swallow all your pride to ask in the first place."
Anders chuckled and looked around the room. If he was going to stay here more often he'd spend a lot of time cleaning it up that was for sure. He cringed, as he remembered about the dead bodies that still littered the main hall.
"What's the issue?", Fenris had cocked an eyebrow.
"Just thinking about your decoration in the entry hall", Anders sighed as he gathered a few torn books and tossed them into the fire.
Fenris looked at him confused for a few moments before it dawned on him.
"I do not own the right tools to dispose of such bodies without being seen, I'm afraid."
"You should ask Varric", Anders snorted and put one of Fenris' great swords aside that was leaning on the bed before sitting on it to test how soft it was," I'm sure he knows enough people that are capable enough to do that task for you."
Andres started bouncing up and down on the mattress, finding it bemusing until he earned an awkward smile from Fenris.
"You do realise", Anders cleared his throat and leaned back to rest his weight on his hands," That if I'm here more often, your mansion will be cluttered with my manifestos, just like my clinic?"
"I could always burn them", Fenris jested as he got to his feet to slender over to Anders and bend over, they're faces a few inches apart," I'm sure they would heat this room well."
Anders replied with a sly smile rather than words before guiding Fenris' face closer to his with his index finger to the other chin. He closed his eyes as their lips touched cautiously at first but grew firm quickly. The kiss was sweet and long and Anders felt that familiar fuzzy feeling in his lower stomach as Fenris ran his fingertips over his cheek before pulling back and straightening himself again.
They looked fondly at each other for a few moments before Fenris closed his eyes and smiled to himself.
"It seems like life knows no limits to irony."
"What makes you say that?", Anders raised an eyebrow.
"I was maltreated by mages all my life and thought I'd hate them all until the end of my days. And yet here I am! With you, a mage and abomination on top of that, but it does not feel wrong in the slightest way."
That touched Anders in such a way, it felt like his heart beat once harder than usual. All his life he had been treated like an outcast for what he was and out of all people he had ever come across the unlikeliest of the lot ended up being at his side liking him for his character and nothing else.
He looked fondly at his elf, fighting back a tear of pride and joy as he watched him look down and licking his lips nervously.
"It is getting late and we should probably get some rest. I ... hope you don't mind sharing a bed. The others in the mansion are rather damaged from neglect."
"I couldn't be happier about this being the only bed in this house", Anders thought to himself smirking.
"Oh, I have no issue with it, Fenris."
The elf smiled awkwardly again before reaching down to start opening his buckles from his armour.
Anders watched him attentively as he removed one peace after another, biting his lip when the tunic was removed.
"Your turn", Fenris grumbled when he saw Anders' face.
"No fair! You didn't remove your pants", Anders jested as he kicked his boots into a corner before gesturing to Fenris, "Besides I can't show off that much muscle."
"No need to," Fenris plonked down on the bed and kicked Anders off it," I prefer a softer physics anyway."
Anders chuckled and started to slowly take of his shoulder pauldrons letting the drop to the floor with a loud thud, to then begin undoing his actual robes. Watching Fenris' bemused face at his show, he dropped his heavy fabric next to the pauldrons and Fenris raising a curious eyebrow when he slowly pushed his pants down to then kick them backwards almost hitting the fire with them.
"If you burn your clothes, I do not own a pair that will fit you and you will be forced to march back to your clinic tomorrow without dignity", Fenris snorted as Anders came over to him and sat beside him.
"I'd just have to stay here for a while longer until you organise me some new ones", Anders replied before flopping down on the bed and patting the spot beside him.
Fenris smiled a little insecure towards the gesture before leaning over to the candle and blowing it out, to then lie next to the mage. Anders felt how awkward the other man was when he pulled the covers over them and Fenris went ridged.
"If this situation brings back bad memories, Fenris, I can always sleep on the floor", Anders offered as he turned to the side to face him.
"No it's fine", Fenris looked up with apologetic eyes," I'm sorry. I feel like a fool. I'm accustomed that this situation being followed by ... unpleasant pain..."
"To say the least", Anders grumbled and gritting his teeth in anger," I sincerely hope that magister dies a gruesome death for what he's done to you."
Anders could feel Justice starting to rise again at the back of his head, fuelled by his hatred for Danarius.
"If he hasn't I'll make sure he will", Fenris sneered, his usual self assurance returning a little," He doesn't give up easily and will only sleep soundly when he lies 6 feet under."
Anders blinked slowly and firmly a few times to get Justice back in place before smiling proudly down at the man beside him.
"Much better! You're cute when you're unsure of yourself but I prefer you confident", he chuckled and earned a sceptical look.
Anders chuckled again and spread his arms a little, gesturing with a nod for Fenris to come closer. After a few moments of contemplation the elf scooted closer and let out a surprised yelp when Anders rolled on his back bringing Fenris to lie half on top of him.
"What are you doing?"
Fenris was all ridged again but didn't try to pull back, his eyes startled and unsurely looking at Anders'.
"I'm trying to show you that it can also be pleasant to have another person in bed beside you", he reached up and gently forced Fenris' head down onto his chest," I know it's much to ask from you, but just try and relax."
Fenris shifted a little to try and make himself comfortable but still stayed ridged, all his muscles tensed against Anders's skin. The mage sighed and reached up to gently scratch the delicate skin behind the elf's ear, he'd heard the Warden Commander joke about it with Velanna about it once and figured them both being elves there must be some truth to it. He was surprised at how fast it worked though. Fenris's frame immediately relaxed against his body and his eyes rolled up into his closing eye lids. A deep muffled sigh escaped the man's lips as his ears twitched ever so slightly in rhythm to the scratching and Anders had to restrain a laugh at the entire situation.
"Well this is an interesting fact to know", he mused after a few more scratches and earned a rumble from the other man," I really didn't think this would work so well."
Fenris lazily pulled his head away from Anders' hand a little and opened his eyes dazed to look at the other man. The face of satisfaction he was giving Anders reminded the mage of another situation he wouldn't mind at all at that point in time and made chew a little on his lower lip. Fenris seemed oblivious to it and scooted up a little to gently rub his nose and lips against Anders' collar bone and neck, sending shudders through the mage's spine.
"Nobody's ever done that to me", the elf muttered, running the tip of his nose along a tendon in Anders's neck," How did you come to know of it?"
"I uh..", Anders was desperately trying to suppress the waves of want that flushed through him," The Hero of Ferelden discussed it with another elf in Vigil's keep once. I overheard them."
"I see...", Fenris' breath was hot on Anders' neck," I ask you not to demonstrate it in front of any of the others though."
Anders nodded, concentrating hard on keeping his feelings at that time hidden, he could already feel his body starting to betray him. But when Fenris placed a delicate kiss just below lobe of his ear, his body won over his spiritual strength and he cursed himself innerly for it. Fenris stopped and didn't even need to look down to know what was going on but looked at Anders in a contemplating way before looking to the side and biting his lower lip.
"I know you've been keen on it for a while know", he started and stopped Anders from interrupting by holding up an index finger," Show me a way that the act of love making is not painful and you will get what you desire."
Anders' heart skipped a beat. Was he being serious about this?
"In that case there's an easy solution", Anders purred chewing his lower lip again anxiously.
"And that would be?", Fenris asked cocking an eyebrow.
Anders pulled the shorter man fully on top of himself and smirked as he felt through the clothing that Fenris wasn't left cold by the entire situation himself either.
"I am inexperienced in this position though", Fenris lowered his ears a little and looked to the side again.
"Don't worry I'll tell you if you're doing something wrong", Anders chuckled and earned himself a daring stare. Oh how he loved that wild challenging look. He reached down and slowly slid Fenris' pants and smalls down his legs in one fluent move to then run them back up his thighs over his buttocks. The elf smirked before kicking off his under clothing fully and then sit up to straddle the man below him, showing off his full body.
"Doesn't matter how much you hate them," Anders said letting his gaze go up and down Fenris whilst licking his lips," Those lyrium markings look stunning on you."
Fenris made them flare in response sending another wave of want through Anders' body as he heard the song again. His breathing quickened as the elf swiftly tore his smalls off of him in one quick motion and tossed them over the side of the bed. When he then licked the palm of his right hand giving Anders another daring look, Anders had to fight with himself to not jump up and pounce him instead. He perched himself on his elbows never leaving the other mans eyes with his own and watched as he leaned over him so their noses just touched. The honey brown eyes willing and the emerald green eyes daring locked for a short moment before Anders let out a deep moan, as Fenris took him in hand and started to stroke him. The elf torturously slowly rubbed up and down his entire length and stroked his testicles every second time he reached the base sending intensifying jolts of pleasure up the mage's spine. Anders threw his head back, breathing heavier and heavier as the speed finally increased gradually. Fenris didn't hesitate to start kissing and nibbling Anders' now fully exposed neck as he changed his tactic to gently rubbing Anders' tip instead of testicles on the upstroke, earning him louder and louder moans as Anders was close to his limit. Anders' thighs and buttocks tensioned when he came loudly and soiled his stomach with his own seed before collapsing on the bed, still breathing hard. He stroked some of his tattered hair out of his face and licked his lips at the sight of Fenris preparing for the next round, spitting into his right hand to then rub himself with the saliva slickening his hard erection. When Fenris swiftly grabbed Ander's legs and pushed them back though it was Anders' turn to yelp with surprise. The elf was licking and chewed his lips so willingly as he got himself into position for the actual act, Anders could almost see the lust glinting in his eyes when the elf looked up into his face again.
"If I hurt you..."
"I'm sure you won't", Anders reassured him with a daring smirk," Now take me already! I've been waiting so long for this!"
"As you wish", Fenris purred as he grabbed his own cock and positioned it on Anders' anus. The mage shuddered with anticipation as he felt the tip press against his opening. Then Fenris slowly pushed forwards and Anders let out another loud deep moan as the cock penetrated him, filling him with its thickness and warmth. It was painful at the start, yes. But it always was and was soon replaced with a much more pleasant feeling, especially when Fenris' hips touched his buttocks.
And then the elf began to thrust. Anders turned his face to the side biting the pillow beneath his head and moaned through his nose at every slap of Fenris' hips against him. Every stroke felt better than the one before it and Anders turned his face into the pillow muffling his moans. He could hear Fenris' hard breathing and a faint moan every now and then amongst the rhythmic smacking noise.
It felt so good, Anders had to turn his face up a little again to get enough air, his face no doubt flustered it felt so warm. And then Fenris hit the spot, sending the yet strongest wave of pleasure through Anders' body and making him throw his head back and almost scream. Fenris immediately stopped, looking worried.
"Maker, please don't stop!", Anders pleaded, looking desperately up at him," It feels so good!"
A sly smile spread across the elfs lips before he thrusted hard against the same spot again making Anders scream once more arching his back and pressing his head hard against the cushion. Fenris continues his thrusting hitting the spot almost every time now and moaning as well, his deep voice sending chills down Anders' back. And then Anders came again, harder this time and spilling more of his own fluids across his stomach, with a shaky scream. Whilst Fenris needed another two thrusts before thighs and buttocks tensioned as well and he came inside Anders, mouth wide open in a suppressed moan.
They stayed like that for a while before Fenris pulled out of Anders and slumped on the bed beside him, chest heaving.
"Maker's breath, I was needing that", Anders gasped out of breath.
Fenris chuckled in response and lazily skidded closer.
Anders turned to the side to embrace him and nested the bridge of his nose in his white hair.
The last thing Anders remembered before he fell to sleep exhausted was an arm wrapping around his waist and a faint "I'm yours..."