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My Heart Made Wise	By : CarefulMimicry Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 2142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"No, try again." Fenris' deep, rumbling voice was barely a whisper, the bridge of his straight nose pinched between two nimble fingers. Hawke braced his hands on his knees, sweat rolling down his forehead, "Hey now-" he panted, his jovial tone sounding more defeated than combative, "You weren't even watching that time!"
The elf just glared at his human companion, "I don't need to watch to know you, once again, did it wrong."
Hawke let out an exasperated sigh and laughed manically, dropping his staff to the ground and throwing his hands into the air. "What do you want Fenris?!" He gasped in a breath in between words and exhausted bursts of laughing, "You want me to be perfect? You want me to just tie a dagger on to the end of a staff and magically know how to fight like a maker-taken Grey Warden?! For fuck's sake, how long did it take you, you didn't just wake up one morning and know how to fight, I bet!" The second the words left his mouth he wished he could take them back. He clenched his fists, squeezed his eyes closed, "Fenris-"
"Shut up and pick up the damn staff, Hawke." Anything light or playful had left the elf's voice, and when their eyes met his were cold and hard.
"I'm sorry..." Fenris did not reply just watched until the human bent down and retrieved his discarded staff. Without another word he retreated to the far side of the sandy plateau they had found to practice. Once again he attempted the form Fenris had taught him, spinning, jabbing and swinging his staff around. But he still wasn't used to the added length of the dagger on the end, and as he swept it up from under his arm the blade caught on the dirt and ripped the wood out of his hands and flung it across the makeshift arena and at Fenris' feet.
Hawke cried out, kicking at the ground and cursing at the sky, stress, hunger, heat and a poor teacher finally ripping apart his last ounce of sanity. He was mid-cuss, mid-kick and two seconds away from collapse when a steady, cool hand pressed against the back of his neck. Hawke raged on for a few more seconds but eventually quieted, standing sullenly in the beating sun, head dropped, allowing his companion to sooth him with a simple, gentle touch. After a few moments the mage felt his staff pressed against his chest. He took hold of it but shook his head, brushing the other's hand away. "Fenris, really, I can't do any more..." And maybe his voice was just broken enough, maybe he looked just pathetic enough but the elf grunted in concession.
"Come, I'll help."
Hawke wasn't sure why but something in Fenris' voice washed over him, pulling his head up, and his body back to the edge of the clearing. When Hawke arrived next to Fenris, the elf waved a hand absently, "Set." Hawke sighed and did so, positioning himself in the proper position to begin the form. He was about to begin again when he felt two cool hands slide down his arms and a lithe form press against his back. His breath caught high in his throat and he held back a soft gasp as Fenris fitted his body flush against his own. His hands were rough, calloused from years of fighting, and he laced their fingers just slightly, so that if Fenris opened or closed his hand, Hawke would end up doing the same.
Hawke felt a shiver run through his body as the feel of those hands, gentle but powerful, strong. He wasn't sure what was suddenly stirring within him- well no, he knew exactly what was stirring, he just wasn't sure why. Fenris' breath was hot against his ear and neck, his voice deep and rumbled through Hawke's entire being, "One, two- go." Fenris began to move and Hawke relaxed, allowing his body to be manipulated by the man behind him..
He hadn't realized how strong the elf was, how precise and in control his slight form was. But here, like this, he could feel his muscles rolling, tensing and twisting against him and Maker above, if he wasn't careful parts of his own body would begin... tensing. Hawke managed to control himself and they continued to move together, spinning, slashing, stabbing and spiraling the staff-turned-blade as one. When finally the form ended they both stood panting, pressed together, Fenris' body curved against Hawke's as a shell, Hawke arched back against the other man.
They stayed that way for a long moment, sweating and catching their breaths and, a small part of Hawke, just enjoying the contact he hadn't realized he'd wanted to badly. He'd realized a long time ago… years ago now. But Fenris had always seemed too distant, too prickly, too… too Fenris, and he hadn't even bothered trying. Now he wasn't sure. Perhaps it was the heat or the raging hunger and thirst or just the position and the exhilaration of training but he could swear that Fenris had just gripped his hands a little tighter, pressed their bodies together just a breath closer.
But just as quickly as the moment happened it passed and Fenris was clearing his throat, pushing away and turning to pace back across the dirt circle. "So- ah… That's how you do that one…" He coughed a little, wiped his brow and seemed to be putting as much distance between them as he could manage, suddenly shy, embarrassed. Hawke nodded, shrugging, what he hoped was, nonchalantly and looking down at his modified staff, giving it a few one-handed spins before looking up to meet Fenris' eyes.
Andraste's tits the pure heat that met his gaze nearly knocked him back a step. Instead he took in a quick, shakey breath and advanced a step towards the elf. "So-" his voice was unsteady and wavering, he let out a cough and tried again, "So now that I'm a vastly skilled, trained and deadly blade fighter am I now allowed to fight up on the front line?" Fenris scoffed, but didn't break eye contact, just as entranced by the moment as Hawke, "Yeah, okay, so long as I'm holding on that that damned staff for you and moving with you."
Hawke had been taking slow steps forward and now the gap between them was significantly smaller. Once he was about two feet away he paused, almost gulping as he mustered up the courage to take another step forward, "Now, Fenris.. I know I'm just the most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on, but if you want my body all you have to do is ask." Their faces were at most a foot apart and Fenris growled, "Shut up, Hawke."
He reached out, grabbed the back of the human's head and brought their lips crashing together. Fenris' lips muffled Hawke's quiet yelp, which quickly dissolved into a moan as he felt the elf's other hand reach out, tangle into the front of his shirt and pull their bodies flush with a rough, yank. As their hips met Fenris let out a low moan and Hawke took advantage of his parted lips to push his tongue inside. The other man was quick to respond, stroking his own tongue along Hawke's, caressing it, and tangling with it. Hawke's arms wrapped tight around Fenris, one digging into his hair, to hold their lips together in a brutal meeting, the other around the small of his back, keeping their bodies flush.
Fenris let out a growl that rolled through Hawke and shot straight to his cock, which Fenris immediately noticed, causing him to smirk into the kiss. He dropped one hand to Hawke's hip and used it to maneuver the other man's hips into a grinding, pressing rhythm. The feel of the elf's hardening length against his own caused Hawke to gasp and drop his forehead to the other's shoulder. Fenris just groaned and-
crack
-jumped away, shoving the human away from him, eyes snapping to the path that lead back to the city, from where the sound had come. His body was tense, alert, ready for a fight, all traces of the moment they had just shared gone, shattered on the dusty ground and scattered by the wind. Hawke took a second to recover but in a flash his discarded staff was back in his hands, at the ready.
A figure rounded the bend in the path and immediately Hawke relaxed. "Anders! What can I do for you?!" His voice was too high, too forced, too happy, he sounded half hysterical. The other human didn't seem to notice and immediately set off on a tangent. Out of the corner of his eye Hawke noticed Fenris give a withering glare at Anders before he set about packing up their training site. He also noticed, however, that the elf didn't simply storm off this time. Instead he plopped down on a stump and munched absently on a loaf of bread and some water they'd brought with them.
He also noticed the sheer possessive look in Fenris' eyes every time the emerald green orbs met his own blue. And every time he had to hold back a shiver and bite back a groan.
Hawke was starting to find himself very fed up with Ander's horrible, or perhaps conveniently perfect, timing.
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