Chapter 34

Fenris finished tying up his and Gavin's bedrolls and packs. It had been a fantastic week up on the side of Sundermount. The game had been plentiful, the weather had been near perfect, and everyone had been in high spirits. It had surprised him that all their friends had wanted to come, but not Gavin. Even Aveline had managed to arrange some time away from her duties. Gavin said that it had started becoming obvious to him that everyone was feeling the tension in the city. Too many bad things were happening and too many games were being played, ones where they didn't know the rules.

Thinking of all this, he found himself wishing that they could just remain up on Sundermount. Gavin had already expressed his reluctance to return to Kirkwall, and it was a feeling shared by him and the others. Looking around, he didn't see any sign of Gavin and frowned.

"He went that way," Varrick pointed towards the woods near the pond as he came over with his own packed bundle. He also had Anders things for the two had shared a tent.

Fenris nodded and headed off in the direction indicated. He didn't see Anders around the camp either and wondered if perhaps the two mages were together. Even though the abomination hadn't done anything overt, he still felt that Anders wanted Gavin. The idea that Anders was with his mage, perhaps making a move on what he considered his, filled him with anger and his markings flared briefly. Then he regained control and shook off the feeling. Gavin had shown no interest in anything Anders was offering and deserved to be trusted. He entered the woods and listened carefully. A few yards off he heard voices and headed in that direction.

"Hawke, open your eyes," Anders said in exasperation. "The elf hates mages. You can deny it and hide it all you want, but it won't change the fact that you are a mage."

"I trust Fenris," Gavin retorted, annoyance creeping into his voice.

"Then you are a fool," Anders snorted. "He's using you so he can get free of his old master. It's the perfect plan: pit a mage against a mage and hopefully destroy them both. And even if one does survive, he will most likely be in no condition to put up much of a fight."

"Fenris is not using me," Gavin snapped. "He is more than capable of fighting his own battles. I care for him and I will not leave him to face the hunters alone, not unless he tells me to."

"And when he has gained his freedom he will turn on you," Anders retorted angrily. "His hatred of mages will turn towards you once Danarius is out of the picture."

"You're jealous, that's why you're nay-saying Fenris," Gavin folded his arms and glared at his fellow mage. "I haven't missed all the signals you've sent my way. You weren't exactly subtle about it."

"Yes, I'm jealous, but it doesn't mean that what I'm saying isn't true," Anders nodded. "Mark my words Hawke. Fenris hates all mages. He will turn on you and break your heart."

"That's enough Anders!" Gavin snarled, his eyes flashing with fierce anger. "You've said what you've come to say, so leave, now."

Anders looked at him at first with anger and then it changed to something else, something cunning. With a sudden lunge, he had Hawke pinned against a tree, their faces a hairs breadth from each other. "When he turns on you and breaks your heart, remember me and remember this," he whispered before pressing their mouths together. He let a small amount of magic trickle from his fingers and felt Hawke suck in a surprised breath and tremble. When he finally broke away, he stared at the other mage in satisfaction for a moment before turning and leaving silently.

Gavin watched him go, unable to move from the tree for it was the only thing holding him up. He was so hard at the moment that he hurt, the desire Anders ignited by magic still curling through his body. He struggled to breath normally, clenching his hands with the effort. He hadn't realized just how deep Anders feelings ran. But that was no excuse for trying to ruin his and Fenris' relationship. Something made him look up and he saw the elf in question moving out from the trees.

Fenris for his part didn't know what he was feeling at the moment. He'd been angered when he heard Anders criticizing him. He'd been inordinately pleased to hear Gavin defend him. But seeing the mage now, aroused and flushed after being kissed by another man, he felt jealous and hurt.

"This isn't what it looks like Fenris," Gavin said hastily. "I didn't know he was going to kiss me."

"I know, I heard your conversation," the elf moved to stand in front of him. He studied him closely. "Did you like it? It seems like you did," he said, his voice flat.

"He used magic on me, to enhance what he was doing, to force a reaction out of me," Gavin told him firmly, not hiding his anger at the implied accusation. "And for the record, I didn't seek him out, he found me. I don't want him, I want you."

"You've never used your magic in that way with me," Fenris cocked his head. "Why?"

"Because I never liked using anything to enhance such things," Gavin told him. "I'd rather see honest, heartfelt reaction from a lover. Using magic to stimulate your partner can mask true feelings."

"The abomination is wrong," Fenris growled, his brows dropping into a deep frown. "I am not using you and won't turn on you. Not because I feel I owe you or because I need your help fighting the hunters, but because you're my friend. I've never had a real friend before you. That's something I don't take lightly."

"I know Fenris, I trust you," Gavin said softly. "I just wish you trusted me as much," he whispered as he looked down at his feet.

Hearing the hurt in the mage's voice made him forget his own. "I do trust you Gavin. I was just jealous. I didn't like seeing another man's hands on you," he growled out. Then he lifted his nose and sniffed, then sniffed again, frowning as he did.

"What?" Gavin asked cautiously.

"I can smell him on you," Fenris scowled.

"You're kidding," Gavin looked at him incredulously.

"My senses were heightened, either by the ritual or the lyrium it placed in my skin," the elf smiled slightly.

"That's actually kinda hot," the mage flushed as he said that. He looked away in embarassment at the admission, so he was unprepared for the elf's next move.

Fenris for his part wanted to erase any memory of the abominations touch from Hawke's mind. He lunged forward, grabbed the mage by the arms and turned him around, slamming him up against the same tree that Anders had used. "You are mine. Don't ever forget that," he growled.

"Fenris-"

The elf closed a hand over Hawke's mouth, "No talking unless I ask you a question." He then used his gauntlets to tear the shirt off the mage's back, eliciting a shiver from him. "Is this body mine?" he growled as he lightly scratched the skin on Hawke's back leaving red marks.

Hawke could feel the metal tips on his skin and it aroused him like he'd never been before. He was barely able to croak out "Yours."

Fenris then pulled at the ties fastening Hawke's breeches, loosening them and shoving the breeches and small clothes Hawke was wearing down to pool at the mage's feet. "Is this ass mine?" he growled again, digging the sharp edges of the gauntlets into the skin, drawing a little blood.

Gavin could only moan his assent, his mind completely overwhelmed by his feelings. He'd dreamed of Fenris taking him like this, but the reality put the dream to shame. He could feel his whole body trembling and shaking, his legs barely keeping him upright. "Please, please Fenris!" he cried.

Fenris grinned in satisfaction, "Since you beg so nicely." Holding Hawke's hands over his head with one hand, he loosened his own leggings with the other, freeing himself. He teasingly rubbed himself against Hawke's hole, eliciting more pleas from the man. With a snarl, he suddenly snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. "Mine!" he shouted.

Gavin screamed at the sudden penetration, a mixture of pain and lust in his voice. When the elf didn't move right away, he tried to move himself, to thrust backwards, but the elf was easily holding him in place. He whimpered as the pressure began to build. "Andraste's tits Fenris, don't tease me like this," he begged.

Smiling in satisfaction, Fenris tightened his grip on Hawke and then began to thrust, setting up a punishing pace. With each thrust, he drew almost completely out and then slammed back in, drawing cries of pleasure from his mage. In his head the words mine, mine, mine echoed in time with each thrust of his hips. He wanted there to be no doubt in Gavin's mind of whom he belonged to.

Gavin felt himself building to climax very quickly. The force, the dominance the elf used, his inability to move in any way, all combined to make him feel helpless. He felt owned, completely and utterly owned, by Fenris. When he finally reached the end, his orgasm was so intense that he blacked out for a moment, the elf's strong grip the only thing holding him up.

Fenris felt Gavin's body tense and then the mage's muscles clamped him so tightly it was almost painful. It was a few seconds before he could move easily again and he wasted no time in gaining his own release. With a roar of triumph, he spilled himself into Hawke's willing body. As the pleasure consumed him, he leaned against the mage's back, breathing hard from his exertion. Finally, after what seemed hours, he eased himself out, eliciting a wince from Hawke. He turned him around, searching his face, "Did I hurt you?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm a little sore," Gavin admitted. "But, I don't mind. I like it when you're forceful," he said, blushing a bright red. Seeing that Fenris still looked concerned he reached out to place a hand gently against the elf's face. "I told you that I'm yours, to do with as you wish. That means you are free to take me whenever, wherever, and however it pleases you."

"I appreciate your trust, but I don't want to hurt you," Fenris felt his throat tighten with emotion. "So if I ever do anything that you don't like or aren't comfortable with, I want you to tell me. Understood?"

"I will, I promise," Gavin smiled at him. Then he sniffed and frowned, "I think we need a bath. I smell like I just had ass pounding sex."

"You smell like me now," Fenris too sniffed and then grinned wickedly. "I rather like the idea of taking you back to the others just like this."

"Fenris!" Gavin blushed in embarassment.

"I'm kidding Hawke," Fenris laughed. "It's so easy to tease you."

"Wretch," Gavin scowled fondly at him. "Come on, the ponds only a few feet that way. We'll get cleaned up and then go back to camp. We'll head back to Kirkwall after lunch."

Fenris smiled and helped the mage gather their things and then followed him to the pond. The morning hadn't started out that great, but now everything was just fine.