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The Darktown Job	By : MorierBlackleaf Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 2847 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Darktown Job
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Chapter 01
Hawke lay quietly in bed, rolled upon his side to face Fenris so that he could watch the elf sleep. The elf never half-assed anything. When he was fighting, which was often, the elf pulled no punches. If Fenris drank, which was rarely since he did not like to lose control, he drank to get utterly intoxicated. When he ate, which happened irregularly at best, Fenris ate as if he might never eat again. And when he slept, which occurred only when the elf was too exhausted to continue without rest, Fenris slept so soundly that not even the mabari’s incessant barking could wake him.
Right now, his vivid eyes hidden and his face lax with slumber, Fenris looked peaceful, which was unusual to see. Hawke often found himself staying awake just to watch the elf sleep – when Fenris managed to sleep, that is. The latent fury and barely concealed trepidation that the elf usually schooled into stoicism was for now absent from Fenris’ features. Hawke loved the elf whether he was slicing the head off a slaver or snoring softly into his pillow, but it was a treat to be able to enjoy the elf while Fenris was so serene. Of course, it took Fenris being asleep for the elf to be this peaceful, which meant that Hawke spent a lot of sleepless nights just watching Fenris breathe.
Hawke ran a hand over his face, thinking with a noisy sigh, We need to wake up early to go to Darktown tomorrow morning. I ought to try to sleep for a few hours, at least.
But when he removed his hand from over his eyes, Hawke found that Fenris was asleep no longer. In fact, the elf was looking right at him. This was another of Hawke’s most cherished times with the elf – that is, the moments when first Fenris woke, before the memories of his life as a slave crept back in, before his mind conjured the hate filled imagining of killing his former master Danarius, or before the guarded and carefully constructed mask that he wore for everyone else fell into place over his striking features.
“Why are you awake?” the elf grumbled, blinking his emerald eyes to clear them of the vestiges of sleep.
He didn’t answer because he couldn’t think of a good excuse that wasn’t a lie. Hawke was very careful not to lie to Fenris – not even a small lie to spare his feelings. Earning Fenris’ trust had taken years but losing it could take seconds. So instead, unthinkingly and acting on an impulsive desire to touch Fenris, Hawke reached out to clear the small expanse of mattress between them. He ran one finger over the lyrium markings upon Fenris’ chin, moving upwards to slide his fingertip along the swell of the elf’s bottom lip. In response, Fenris opened his mouth the slightest bit to let the tip of Hawke’s finger slide between his lips. The moist warmth of the elf’s mouth was enough to waken the human’s desire.
I ought to leave him be. He will cranky tomorrow if I do not let him sleep, the human told himself, but by then, the sleepily confused look upon Fenris’ face had softened into prurient interest.
Fenris rose from his side of the wide, soft bed and shifted until he was sitting by Hawke’s hip. Wordlessly, the elf flung the blanket back from Hawke’s bare body, exposing him completely. Apparently, Fenris hadn’t truly cared to be answered, else he would not have given up so easily. The elf laid his own nude, limber body down beside Hawke’s thicker form, and slid his hands down the length of Hawke’s chest, while his lips latched onto the sensitive skin where Hawke’s jaw and ear met.
No chance Varric won’t notice that tomorrow, he thought absently of how the dwarf would find some snide remark to make about what would end up being significant bruising to Hawke’s neck.
He laid there for a few moments, letting Fenris do as he pleased without touching the elf in return – at least, until Fenris’ fingers slipped between the human’s legs to grasp his shaft. At this, Hawke wrapped his arms around Fenris, his own hands moving to caress the elf’s svelte flesh, before he sought out the firming shaft between Fenris’ legs and paid him the same attention. The elf moved from the human’s neck to his mouth, where he explored Hawke’s teeth, tongue, and lips in a methodical claim of the human. In increasingly insistent, teasing tugs, Fenris manipulated Hawke’s rising cock until the human was grumbling into the elf’s busy mouth.
“You woke me,” Fenris complained good-naturedly, giving Hawke a lopsided grin, “now you have to exhaust me back to sleep.”
As he did with all things, the elf wasn’t about to do this half-assed, either. His desire roused, Fenris would not stop until they were both sated and drained. And now that he had the opportunity, Hawke wasn’t about to deny Fenris. Moreover, Hawke wanted Fenris – not just for a quick and simple release, but fully. Therefore, it was his turn, he knew. If he wanted to take the elf, he had to prepare him.
Hawke also wanted to taste the elf, to spend time teasing him, to bring him to the precipice of climax before seating himself inside Fenris. Fenris did not want the human towering over him; Hawke knew this. He had learnt quickly that the elf liked to be in control and he hated to be in any position that could be considered submissive. This didn’t mean that Hawke never took the initiative or was a passive partner, but more often than not, Fenris was the one who decided when, where, and how. Not that Hawke minded. He was ecstatic to have Fenris and would take him any way that he could get. Hawke never complained. He loved when Fenris rode him. He loved to have both hands free to tease the elf’s shaft, to run across the lyrium-decorated flesh of his chest, and to see Fenris’ face when he peaked. In a flash of inspiration, Hawke slid off the mattress and to his knees beside the bed.
“This way,” he instructed even as he took hold of Fenris’ thighs to guide him to the edge.
With the elf’s rear hanging half off the mattress, his legs lying over Hawke’s shoulders and thus also spread wide, the human had access to the elf’s shaft and rear. Most importantly, he was on his knees before the elf, as if in worship of him, rather than hovering over him like a predator devouring its prey. Hawke wasted only a moment to enjoy the view of the elf’s clandestine flesh before he pressed his whiskered face between the shapely halves of Fenris’ ass, kissing and licking his way from the sensitive area underneath the elf’s sacs to Fenris’ opening, which clenched and twitched in anticipation of Hawke’s attentions. The lurid sight caused Hawke to reach down, his fingers squeezing and playing along his own shaft in time with the motions of his mouth upon Fenris’ body.
Eventually, when Fenris was writhing and bucking into the tongue that invaded him, Hawke pulled away, reached to the table beside the head of the bed, and pulled out the jar of unguent that they used to ease his entrance into the elf. So heady was the sight of the elf before him, so needy had Hawke become, and so beautiful was his elven lover that Hawke’s hands shook with the force of his concupiscence. He nearly dropped the glass jar and fumbled to remove the lid, but once this was done, the human dipped two fingers within to scoop out a generous amount. When he slid the first finger inside Fenris, the elf grunted, causing Hawke to stop to make certain that he was not hurting Fenris, but the elf would not have it. He pushed back against the finger inside him to increase its foray into his body.
“Another,” Fenris ordered huskily.
He did as he was asked and slid a second finger within the elf’s tight breach. The unguent was slippery and soothing, and before long, Fenris was pushing towards and pulling away from Hawke’s fingers, riding the human’s digits. When Hawke curled his fingertips into the elf to find the receptive spot within, Fenris snarled loudly and pulled completely away. This startled Hawke and he worried that he might have hurt the elf, but soon, Fenris sat upright upon the bed, grabbed the human by the shoulders, pulled Hawke to him, and began again to bite and lick at the human’s lips and tongue.
“Enough, Hawke. Now,” the elf finally insisted.
Surprisingly, the elf stood and bent over, and then placed his hands upon the mattress so that his rear was stuck out before Hawke. The man stood. So close was he to the elf that his shaft slid along the outside of Fenris’ leg upon his standing. He watched as Fenris shivered in expectation, ere the elf adjusted himself, scooting to the side so that Hawke’s cock was between the elf’s thighs and closer to where Fenris desired for it to be – inside him.
Hawke paused in sudden apprehension. He did not fear Fenris the way that many who did not know the elf feared him. Certainly, the elf was dangerous, he was a highly skilled and adept warrior, and just the lyrium markings upon his skin caused many people to steer clear of the elf; however, Hawke had never once feared for his life around Fenris. The rage that oftentimes seemed to overwhelm the elf never caused Fenris to act irrationally – rashly, perhaps, but not senselessly. No, he did not fear that Fenris would recall some bad memory and turn to attack him, but that Fenris would recall a bad memory at all. The last thing that Hawke wanted was for Fenris ever to feel pain or fear because of something that Hawke said or did.
“Would you rather I lie down and you be on top?” he asked the elf. They had never had sex where Fenris wasn’t on top or at least where they were both standing.
In wordless answer, Fenris reached behind to where Hawke’s shaft was and guided it towards and then into his impatient, primed opening. Once the head of his shaft was past the outer impediment to Fenris’ breach, Hawke needed no more coaxing. In slow, shallow thrusts, he slowly extended Fenris’ opening more and more, pushing deeper before pulling away and pressing forward again.
For a while, this served them both well. Fenris had both hands fisted into the sheet upon the mattress, his head bowed. At this angle, the human’s cock was aimed well to give Fenris the most pleasure that he could, but for Hawke, though he was enjoying himself, he did not like being unable to see the elf’s face, nor could he reach Fenris’ shaft and still steady the elf as their bodies rocked into each other. Fenris would have stopped Hawke had he not been enjoying himself or been uncomfortable, but it was Hawke who was discomfited. It bothered him that the elf’s head was bowed as if in supplication.
“Fenris?” he prompted, slowing his pace. When the elf did not cease pushing back against the human, Hawke seized Fenris’ hips to make him stop.
“What is it?” the elf growled, his voice low and sharp with irritation that his release was being delayed. “Hawke, now is not the time for one of your heart to heart chats,” Fenris protested, wresting his hips out of the man’s hands, which caused Hawke’s shaft to pull free from the elf’s body. Fenris stood upright and turned around so that they faced one another.
The scowl upon the elf’s face was just as endearing to Hawke as was any smile – Hawke loved Fenris’ occasional gloominess and bad temper just as much as he loved his awkward laughter and wry sense of humor. Thus, Hawke was not deterred by Fenris’ obvious annoyance. He reached down to take in his hand the Elf’s long, thick, and sleek shaft, while telling him, “Don’t worry. I don’t want to talk, I want to fuck you.”
The elf had never said so, but Hawke knew for a fact that Fenris loved it when the human spoke of all the pleasurable, obscene things that he wished to do to him. Unable to stop himself, Fenris’ hips twitched forward; still in Hawke’s hand, the elf’s cock slid through the human’s light grip, causing Fenris to groan from the stimulation.
“What then?” the elf asked. “You were fucking me, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
Hawke grinned at the elf’s inability to cease seeking pleasure. He tightened his grip upon Fenris’ shaft just to hear the elf growl deep in his throat. Before he answered, the man leant forward so that he could taste the elf’s lips, but before he could pull away, Fenris had Hawke by the back of the neck so that he could deepen their kiss, until they were both out of breath and Hawke nearly forgot what he meant to say. Because Fenris was having a hard time paying attention with his cock in Hawke’s hand, the man released his hold, which caused the elf to snarl again in aggravation.
“Not like this. Either let me lie down and ride me or lie back and face me while I fuck you.” He slid his arms around the elf, his hands sliding from the middle of Fenris’ back down to his ass, where they squeezed the elf’s taut flesh hard, rhythmically pushing together and then pulling apart the two halves of his rear. Hawke pressed his chest against the elf’s, their shafts sliding against each other, and then nipped at the lobe of Fenris’ ear. “I want to see your face while I fuck you, not your back.”
Honestly, Hawke didn’t care which position Fenris chose. Fenris frowned – it was not one of his usual glowers to show that he was angry or irritated, but one that evinced that he was willing but vexed. And yet, Fenris sat back on the bed, spread his legs, and pulled Hawke by the hand until he stood between the elf’s thighs. The human hadn’t felt nervous having sex since the first time he’d ever done it, but right now, worry wormed its way into his chest, and some of the ardor he felt began to dwindle. Hawke was not chancing upsetting Fenris for a few moments of pleasure. The elf finally laid back upon the mattress.
Spreading the elf’s thighs, he slipped back into Fenris, and after a few strokes of his cock inside the elf, Fenris began to push back into Hawke once again. The elf wrapped his legs around the human’s waist to draw him nearer.
“Spread yourself for me, Fenris,” the human asked, careful not to sound too demanding or as if he was ordering the elf. “Let me in as deep as I can get.”
Outright groaning at the lewd suggestion, Fenris did as he was bid, using both hands to spread the halves of his ass so that Hawke could enter him fully. When the heavy sacs under Hawke’s cock were pressed tightly against the inner skin between the Elf’s rear, when Fenris’ legs were bruisingly secure around the human’s waist to keep him from pulling away, and when Hawke felt that the tight warmth of the elf’s innermost flesh could be no more pleasing, Fenris managed to twitch his hips upwards in a way that somehow allowed Hawke further inside the elf.
“Move, Hawke,” the elf ordered crossly, his lower body now jerking constantly as he sought to increase the friction created inside his body. Hawke hadn’t noticed that he’d stopped moving but Fenris definitely had.
“I wish you could see this,” he told Fenris in a halting, breathless mutter. “I wish you could see your body spread wide, your ass pierced and filled with my shaft. I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now.”
All air escaped the elf’s lungs just then in a lecherous mewl before Fenris inhaled sharply. The elf tightened the innermost muscles of his body to clench around Hawke’s shaft, which in turn caused the human to grouse in complaint, “If you do that, you’ll undo me. Let me enjoy you.”
At this, Fenris smirked. His hoary hair tumbling about his face and the matching lines of lyrium on his skin dancing as the sinewy muscles of the elf’s body writhed, Fenris bucked his hips violently upwards and against Hawke’s intruding cock. The slow pace that the human had meant to keep so that he could ensure Fenris’ well-being and prolong their pleasure was forgotten – Hawke rammed his own hips into the elf, causing Fenris to bounce upon the mattress and slide away from the edge. But Hawke merely followed. He pulled out of Fenris’ opening almost completely, leaving only the tip of his cock inside, and then slammed forward. When the force of this caused the moaning elf to skid along the bed away from Hawke even more, the human grabbed hold of Fenris’ thighs, pulled him back to the edge, and then with this tight hold upon the elf, pulled nearly out of the elf’s body once more before he pounded into Fenris.
Despite that he had wanted this position so that he could see Fenris’ face to ensure that the elf was well, Hawke needn’t have worried that his lover was enjoying himself. Fenris’ raucous, animalistic growls and violent bucking told the human that his elven lover was enjoying himself thoroughly. But Hawke could not seem to move fast enough, could not get deep enough, and was not thrusting hard enough for Fenris. So in the end, with his legs wrapped around Hawke’s waist and Hawke’s cock never slipping free of the elf’s opening, Fenris sat up, pushed the human backwards, and together they fell onto the floor with the elf’s legs still tight around Hawke’s middle. The back of Hawke’s head hit the floor painfully, his back smacked against the thinly carpeted stone tiles, but even when falling, he did not release his grip upon Fenris – not even to try to break his fall. It must have hurt Fenris to have his legs trapped under Hawke when the human hit the floor, but the elf did not seem to care. With a grace and quickness that still surprised Hawke every time he saw it, Fenris easily slid his legs out from under Hawke’s torso and planted his feet upon the floor so that he could be in control now.
This was how they usually did this – with Fenris riding Hawke like the human was a rearing stallion. Although they loved each other, Fenris and Hawke were not making love – they were rutting like two animals. Fenris never did anything half-assed, no, and sex was no exception.
Once again, the elf reached behind him and spread the globes of his ass, pressing downwards until the human’s cock could reach no further depths of the elf’s body. Fenris then supported his weight with his hands on either side of the human’s knees and leant back; the elf lifted his hips slightly before crashing back down in savage need. Again and again, Fenris lifted himself up only to slam back down, plunging the human’s cock as deeply as he could get it, as if he wanted more, as if he needed Hawke to reach something inside him. Since the elf was the one setting their ferocious speed, the human did not worry that Fenris was hurting himself, but Hawke knew that it had to sting at least a little. He also knew that Fenris was relishing it anyway. Besides, the elf liked to mix a little pain with his pleasure – as did Hawke.
Long though he did, Hawke did not reach out to stroke the elf’s cock, which slapped against Hawke’s belly with each of Fenris’ vicious thrusts down onto the human’s shaft. Hawke did not want Fenris to come just yet. He wanted to taste the elf; it seemed that Fenris wanted the same, for he soon said so. The elf hissed at the human, “I want your seed… now. I want to feel it dripping from my aching arse while you are swallowing my cock.”
Between Fenris’ spoken desire to have Hawke fill him with his seed and the elf’s forceful pace, the human could not have lasted another moment, even had not the thought of doing as Fenris suggested – that is, swallowing the elf’s shaft down his throat – overtaken his mind. Hawke heard Fenris gasp when the human began vigorously propelling his cock upwards, bouncing and jostling the elf upon the shaft that impaled his ass.
“I want you to fill me with your seed, Hawke. I want to feel its heat inside of me,” Fenris encouraged, his typically gravelly voice even more gruff than normal.
With a loud cry that could likely be heard in Lowtown, Hawke did as the elf asked and spilled inside him. Fenris kept moving, though, milking the human of every drop, extracting from Hawke another wordless shout as tremors of pleasure wracked his body. His chest heaving for air, the human tried to catch his breath; Fenris now rocked slowly back and forth, massaging the human’s shaft and blisteringly hot seed inside of his deepest flesh. Fenris wore a sated grin, having gotten his fill of the human’s seed – quite literally – though he had not yet spilled his own. Hawke would remedy that. Sliding his thickly muscled forearms under the elf’s slim thighs, he all but threw Fenris off him and onto the mattress, then grabbed the elf’s ankles to yank him back to the edge. Once more, Hawke draped Fenris’ thighs over the human’s shoulders with his head between the elf’s spread ass.
He licked and bit at the sore flesh of the elf’s rear, his tongue teasing the stretched ring of muscles of Fenris’ entrance. Upon his tongue were the sweet tasting unguent they had used and the salty taste of Hawke’s own seed. Snaking one hand around Fenris’ thigh, he took the elf’s shaft in hand, running his thumb along the underside of it while he thrust his tongue inside Fenris’ ass as he had only moments before been thrusting his cock. Fenris was now moaning unabashedly, his peak near; and so, Hawke lapped his way up to the elf’s shaft, fervently taking it between his lips and into his mouth, using his tongue to swirl around his lover’s arousal. Hawke loved this. He would never grow tired of Fenris’ taste or the sounds that he made. Hawke suckled the elf’s cock wantonly, allowing and encouraging Fenris to writhe up off the bed, to push his shaft in and out of Hawke’s willing and eager mouth.
“I wish you could see this,” the elf teased with a flippant, vulgar grin, mirroring what Hawke had said to him a short while ago in telling the human, “I wish you could see me sliding my cock inside your mouth, down your throat. I wish you could see how beautiful you look with my shaft between your lips.”
Had he not already found his own climax, Hawke might have come just then. Indeed, the elf’s lustful words were causing the human’s shaft to waken again, but Hawke ignored it. He truly wished that he could see what Fenris saw, for clearly the elf was enjoying the sight. He couldn’t respond, obviously, and so only moaned his answer. The vibrations of Hawke’s mouth upon the elf’s cock brought Fenris to a higher level of pleasure – the elf’s belly muscles contracted and expanded, causing his upper body to lift off the mattress and then arch at the waist, his head thrashing against the tangled blankets. A flush was spreading across Fenris’ silver-lined, slender chest and lissome belly, up his graceful neck, and to his angular face as the elf’s climax neared.
When Fenris finally came, it was with his hand twisted in the back of Hawke’s hair, the skin of his navel tight to the human’s lips, and his cock deep inside Hawke’s gullet. The elf released Hawke’s hair and fell back onto the bed, his arms splayed out and his body at utter ease from his release. The human began to lave Fenris’ shaft and the downy sacs underneath with his tongue to savor every drop of seed he could find, and once clean, Hawke licked and nipped his way upwards, marking Fenris’ flesh with his teeth and scratchy beard, until he stretched himself out beside Fenris and claimed his mouth. Zealously, the elf returned the kiss, tasting his own seed upon Hawke’s lips and tongue. The human mimicked Fenris’ position in lying sprawled out sideways upon the bed. In comfortable silence, they remained that way until finally, the elf kicked and squirmed his way into lying with his head upon the pillows. Though reluctant to move, Hawke followed suit.
They did not bother to clean up. In fact, both elf and human were rather fond of lying abed, covered in each other’s sweat and seed, and would worry about bathing in the morning before their venture to Darktown. When Fenris turned over onto his side away from Hawke, the human slid closer and draped one arm over the elf’s waist.
“Now maybe,” Fenris murmured drowsily, slumber already taking hold of him, “you could sleep instead of just watching me.”
With his bearded face pressed hard against the back of the elf’s neck, their bodies aligned like two spoons in a drawer, Hawke smiled.
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