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Chapter 27

Fenris took a seat in one of the chairs next to the fire in the study. His stomach was pleasantly full from the excellent meal Leandra had prepared for them. Afterwards, she had excused herself for the night, and dismissed the servants as well, leaving him and Hawke alone. He studied the man as Hawke poured them each a glass of wine. Those black breeches were tight in all the right places, outlining a very nice ass. As he felt himself grow warm from more than just the fire, he thought that perhaps such things should be illegal to wear. They certainly played havoc with his senses. The silk shirt also clung to the well-muscled physique of the mage, which in itself was a real turn on for him. He'd never met a mage that was so strongly built, or so physically fit.

As Hawke turned to hand him his glass, the firelight seemed to catch the bright green eyes, making them glow like rare emeralds. His own eyes seemed almost mundane in comparison. He closed his eyes as he took a sniff of the wine in his glass before taking a small sip. "Mmm, very nice," he murmured.

"Orlesian Red, a very fine vintage, or so I was told," Gavin replied with a smile.

"You seem to have developed some refined tastes in recent months," he mused.

"Mother insisted that I learn such things, just so I wouldn't feel like a country bumpkin on those rare occasions where we had to dine with other nobles," Gavin told him, walking over and sitting on the floor at Fenris' feet and leaning back against the chair.

The elf's eyebrows went skyward. He'd never had someone willingly sit this close to him, and the feelings it stirred in him were confusing. In Tevinter, no magister would ever put himself in such a position, it was too servile. Just one more way in which Hawke was different from any mage he'd ever met. He cleared his throat, "You've always had a noble air about you, even dressed in homespun."

Gavin glanced over his shoulder at the elf, a pleased grin on his lips. "I'll take that as a compliment."

They sat silently for a while, sipping their wine and watching the dancing flames in the fireplace. Fenris had thought he would be uncomfortable, as the setting was rather intimate, something he wasn't accustomed to. But this, it felt right, felt like he belonged, a feeling he'd never experienced before.

"Danarius often referred to me as his," he said quietly. "All the magisters referred to their personal slaves this way. There, it meant that they could do whatever they wished, whether it be using the slave for personal pleasure or for some other reason."

Gavin took another sip of wine and then said softly, "You're wondering what I meant when I said that I was yours. You're wondering what kind of power that gives you over me."

"Well, yes," he shifted uncomfortably. "I only have my memories of my time as a slave. I-", he broke off, unable to express what exactly he was feeling.

Gavin got to his knees and turned to face him, setting his glass down on the hearth. He caught and held the other man's eyes, "I want to make you happy Fenris, and I will do anything you wish. I've never felt this way about anyone, never trusted anyone the way I trust you. I am willing to put myself in your hands, let you do with me as you wish. I want you to take me, to claim me as yours."

Fenris' breath hitched when he saw the passion blazing in those emerald eyes. A powerful wave of lust washed through him as he heard those words. He drained his glass and set it on the small table next to the chair. Leaning forward, he gripped the back of Gavin's head with one hand and leaned forward, pinning the other man in place with his stare. "Then I will claim you," he growled and pulled him into a fierce kiss.

Gavin gasped as Fenris ravished his mouth. He'd dreamed of this moment so many times, but the reality was far better. He was instantly hard and his whole body shivered at the power and passion he felt emanating from the elf. When the lips withdrew he actually whimpered in disappointment.

"Your bedroom will be far more comfortable than here," Fenris growled out. "Upstairs, now."

Gavin shivered again and hastily got to his feet. As he walked, he could feel the elf's eyes on him and his heartbeat quickened as his breathing became unsteady. He entered his room and moved towards the bed, turning around as he heard the door shut and lock behind them. The heat in those moss green eyes as they met his made him gulp. He held the other man's gaze as he slowly began to undue the laces on his shirt.

Fenris watched avidly as Gavin stripped in front of him. He'd seen him without his shirt before, but never under these circumstances. The firelight gleamed on pale, smooth, and nearly hairless skin, seeming to define each and every muscle on the well toned body. As those strong hands moved to the laces of the leather breeches, his pulse quickened and his leggings became extremely tight. He licked his lips in anticipation.

Gavin paused for a moment. "I want to see you too," he husked. He kicked off his slippers and pushed down the tight breeches, his eyes never leaving the elf.

Fenris had worn his armor, minus the gauntlets, to the mansion. He didn't really have anything else to wear, and he didn't feel comfortable running around Hightown in anything less than armor. The streets were not safe at night. He'd left his greatsword in the foyer, figuring he wouldn't be needing it until later. Still, though he'd hoped to find himself alone with Gavin like this, he'd not really expected it. He peeled off the top and then set about peeling off the leggings. Unlike the other man, he had no small clothes on underneath, and he hesitated briefly before kicking them aside. He cautiously looked up, hoping that Gavin didn't find him repulsive.

"Maker's breath Fenris, you're beautiful," Gavin whispered, his voice almost reverent. Without conscious thought, he moved to stand in front of the elf, and then sank to his knees. His hand reached out to softly trace the lines of lyrium on Fenris' skin. "So beautiful," he murmured as his eyes fixed on the hardened length in front of him. Looking up, he held Fenris' gaze as he took him in his mouth.

Fenris could feel his face heat as a warm glow suffused him from the praise. When Gavin took him in his mouth, he almost forgot to breathe. It had been a long time since anyone had done this for him, and the mage was obviously talented. It took only a few moments before he had to push the man away. "Stop, or I won't be able to control myself," he gasped. "Get on the bed," he ordered.

Gavin hurried to do as he was told, pausing only to remove his small clothes before climbing on the bed. He stretched out on his back and watched with bated breath as Fenris climbed up to loom over him. The moment he'd been dreaming about for almost three years was finally here. The intensity in Fenris' gaze made him swallow nervously.

Fenris for his part could see something besides desire in the mage's eyes. It almost looked like fear. Given what he knew of the man's past, it was understandable, but also surprising. Gavin had obviously been intimate with Jethann. "Tell me what's wrong," he ordered softly.

"I, uhm, I've not allowed anyone to, you know," Gavin stammered. "Not since I was fourteen."

Fenris' eyes widened with understanding. When he'd been with the Fog Warriors, a rather skilled man had shown him how sex between two lovers was supposed to be. He too had known little pleasure and much pain from being penetrated. But, Alaric had been patient and understanding, just as he would have to be now. "If you do not wish this-"

"No, I do," Gavin protested. "I know in my head what it's supposed to be like. I do trust you Fenris."

"Then lay back," the elf murmured. "I want you to not think, but just feel. I won't hurt you." He started with soft kisses, then moved on to little licks along Gavin's neck and down to his chest. He circled each of the man's nipples, all the while his hands stroked soothingly along the sides. As he continued to kiss, lick and suck, he allowed one hand to move slowly down to gently fondle Gavin's erection. He used one knee to spread the mage's thighs, allowing him to settle between them.

Gavin felt as if his entire body was on fire, and he couldn't stop from moaning when the elf handled his hard length. He felt the elf's fingers move downward, caressing the base of his cock and then his balls. As pleasurable as it was, he couldn't help tensing as the elf's fingers circled around his hole. He could hear Fenris saying something, and even though it was in Tevene and he didn't understand a word, it still helped him relax.

Fenris lifted his head, "I need oil or something similar."

"The nightstand," Gavin breathed out. He watched as the elf retrieved the oil and slicked up two fingers. He told himself over and over that this was Fenris and he could trust him. He closed his eyes as those fingers began circling his hole once more.

Fenris carefully inserted one finger and gently began to slide it in and out, all the while watching Gavin's face. Once the man had relaxed, he added a second finger, and then a third. He scissored his fingers and then gently twisted them, searching for that special spot. When he found it, he pressed hard and watched as Gavin practically leaped off the bed.

"Maker, Fenris," Gavin blurted, stars exploding behind his closed eyes. His whole body seemed to tremble and shake from the exquisite pleasure rushing through it.

Fenris smiled as the mage thrashed under him, his cries of pleasure echoing around the room. When Gavin had been reduced to incoherent mutterings, he withdrew his fingers and slicked up his cock. He slipped his arms under Gavin's legs and positioned himself at the man's entrance. "Look at me," he commanded.

Gavin struggled to open his eyes and then was held fast by the heated gaze of the elf between his legs. He tensed slightly as Fenris began to push inside him, holding his gaze the entire time. But, there was no pain, just a slight burn and a feeling of fullness.

Fenris grit his teeth and held steady once he was seated fully inside. Gavin was so tight and hot that he felt himself almost lose control. Every instinct inside him urged him to move, but he held still, waiting for Gavin to relax. When he felt Gavin was ready, he moved, sliding slowly out and then in, allowing the man to feel every inch of him. He made slight adjustments, trying to hit that bundle of nerves he knew would send the man into convulsions of pleasure. He knew when he found it for Gavin suddenly cried out and began to thrust back against him.

Gavin had never imagined it could be like this. White hot pleasure exploded through his body. He was unaware of anything other than the feel of Fenris moving inside him. His body began to react by moving with the elf and his legs clenched against the arms holding them. As the elf began to pick up the pace, he couldn't keep from crying out with each thrust. He felt like he was going to come apart at the seams, the feelings were so intense.

Fenris could no longer hold back, the mages cries spurring him on. Faster and harder he plunged into the willing body beneath him. He could feel himself reaching his peak and reached out with one hand to grasp Gavin's cock. He stroked him in time to his thrusts. "That's it, feel it," he grunted out. Soon, he felt the mage's muscles clench and gripped him harder, "Come for me," he growled.

Gavin screamed as he exploded in the elf's hand, hot streams painting his belly and chest. He vaguely heard Fenris' shout of triumph as the elf found his own release. Then, as the elf collapsed on top of him, his arms instinctively reached up to hold Fenris to him. He panted heavily, trying to calm his racing heart. He finally managed to gasp out, "Thank you."

Fenris heard the words and smiled. No one had ever said that to him during or after sex. But he understood the reason behind them. He'd given Hawke something no one else had. With a groan, he slowly pulled out and then flopped beside the mage. "You're welcome." He lay there until he heard a soft, whistling sound. Lifting his head, he saw Gavin's eyes closed and realized the mage had fallen asleep.

Quietly, he got up and left the bed, looking around for something with which he could clean himself and Gavin. Spying a pitcher next to a basin on a side table, he moved towards it. There was water in it and a cloth lying beside it. Pouring some water into the basin, he wet the cloth and wiped himself down, before doing the same for Gavin. When he was done, he climbed back into bed and stretched out on his side facing the man, waiting for him to wake.