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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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In the past several weeks Hawke and Fenris had spent every moment of precious free time... studying.
In the Amell estate library Hawke would sit close to Fenris, so as to read along with his spoken words. And with every successful page read his hand would slide just a little higher up the elf's thigh. Clench just a little tighter in the strong, firm muscle. Slip just a little farther towards the inside. And with each movement Fenris would clench his fists a little more, furrow his brow harder to stay focused on the pages and their fanciful script. Hawke would whisper next to his ear, gentle corrections, his hot breath searing a path down his neck, causing goose bumps to raise on his arms, and the small hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. Eventually this would be all too much, Hawke would dance just a little too far and Fenris would rip the man from his seat and press their lips together in a bruising kiss. Their hands would fumble with buckles and cloth to find flesh and just as Fenris' mouth closed on the human's neck with teeth and tongue- they would be quickly and awkwardly jerked apart by the damn Abomination's voice, calling for Hawke as he rounded the nearest set of shelves.

On the dusty clearing by the water Hawke would practice his formations. He was getting better, more used to the added weight and length of the blade on the end of his staff. He would spin and stab, slash and unleash a burst of ice or fire. And with every successful completion of a formation on his own Fenris would approach. The elf would press his lean form tight to Hawke's back, pull him easily back against him and wrap his hands over the mage's. With careful, slow instruction they would move together, Hawke all but moaning at the feel of Fenris' hard body pressed against his own, Fenris taking every ounce of self-control he had not to shove his companion against the nearest tree, bend him forward and take him. Eventually their thoughts would consume them and Hawke would drop his staff, turn around and pull Fenris to him. Then, just as kissing was becoming no where near enough and both were considering how much cover the trees surrounding them provided- the rustle of dirt and pine needles would force them apart with lingering looks of desire and desperation as Anders rounded the bend in the path.

Presently the entire adventuring gang were sitting in The Hanged Man. Varric and Isabella flanked Fenris at the bar, who was glaring death at Anders and Hawke, who sat at a table across the room. They were huddled close, murmuring about Maker-knew-what. "There's a fine line between sexy, sultry brooding and ugly ole' jealousy and you are walking it with abandon right now." Isabella raised a pointed eyebrow at Fenris and flicked her head in the direction of their intrepid leader and the healer. Fenris just made a rumbling of discontent deep in his chest and turned to face the bar again. "Yeah, Broody. Look, you've got him. You can't see the way he looks at you in combat. Andraste's tits, I should bring a handkerchief to keep him from drooling." Varric smirked and elbowed the elf playfully, Isabella just laughed, "Or an extra crossbow to pick up the slack when he forget he needs to be casting spells." The dwarf joined in on her joyful chuckling this time.
After a few moments, when the laughter died down, the pair noticed that Fenris was still scowling a hole into the grimy countertop. The trio sat in silence for a minute that seemed to stretch on into days before Isabella finally cleared her throat, "I know it's hard, Fenris-" She paused to giggle, "Hard, you're hard, hahah-" but a stern look from Varric snapped her attention back on track. "I know it's hard, to see someone you care about with their ex, but you gotta know that it's not like that between them any more." There wasn't silence between them any more, there was that terrifying, deadly calm before the hurricane swept through. Varric realized the mistake before Isabella did and was quick to reach out to the elf, "Hey now... Hey now lets not get crazy, okay Broody? It's nothing like you're thinking, I'm sure."
Fenris slapped the dwarf's reassuring hand off his arm and spoke in a quiet, dangerous rumble, "I'm sorry, but are you trying to imply that there is any other way it could be? Or does ex mean something different to pirates? You'd better give me a damn good reason not to walk over and rip that abomination's heart out right here in the middle of the tavern. All the shit he's pulled? Constantly pulling Hawke away from the group, taking up all his attention, pretending I don't exist, the way he touches him? It was all an annoyance before but now... Oh the little shit had better be-" Fenris was rising, turning, ready to stride right across the room and make good on his word when-
"WICKED GRACE?!" Isabella had a wide, fake, overexcited smile slapped onto her face as she clapped her hands together in joyous laughter. "Why Fenris! I bet we'd all love a good game! WHO'S IN?!" The rage in the elf's eyes did nothing to dissuade the growing excitement as the group quickly gathered around a table. Merril, Aveline and Donnic had all been drinking and chatting in the corner but were the first to push tables together and gather the chairs. Fenris tried to snag a seat next to Hawke but Isabella half checked him out of the way to take it instead, muttering to him under her breath, "You need to cool the fuck off." She then plopped down and pulled a deck of cards out of... well, Fenris wasn't sure where but she pulled them out of somewhere, "I've got the cards!" Everyone immediatly began a chorus of protests and accusations of cheating. With an exaggerated pout Isabella slipped the cards back into.. well into wherever they came from and allowed Varric to deal. "Not that his are going to be much better, I'm sure." Aveline quipped, causing a low chuckle to round the table.
Hawke waved the barmaid over for two rounds of drinks and winked at Fenris, who simply glared sternly back before looking down at his cards.

Hours passed and everyone got very drunk. Except for Fenris who, while tipsy, was still sober enough to see the way Anders kept leaning progressively closer to Hawke. The way his hand would brush Hawke's on it's way to grab his pint, the way his eyes would linger on Hawke whenever the male spoke or played his cards. But mostly he saw the way that Hawke did nothing about it.
Aveline was the first to turn in her cards, "Donnic and I have... better things to do than spend the whole night with you lot." Varric laughed, and Isabella's cat calls chased them out the door and probably halfway back to Hightown. Merrill just gave a great yawn and put her cards down, as well. "I should be heading out, too. Hawke, will you still help me tomorrow?" Hawke looked blearily over at her, as if this were the first time he was hearing the request. "Uh... Yeah!" His surprise didn't hinder his excitement in the least, "I said I would, didn't I?!" Isabella frowned slightly, "Hawke, you have no idea what you're agreeing to..." He shrugged and clapped her on the shoulder, "Doesn't matter!" He slurred, "A friend in need is a friend indeed!" The pirate rolled her eyes, dropping her face in her hands, "That saying does not mean what you think it means."
"Well, in any case... I should get going." Merrill side stepped her way around the table sheepishly, only stopped by Varric's raised hand, "Carver's not here to walk you back. Take Anders. He's in need of a good night's sleep right about now." And, indeed the mage was slumped in his chair giggling quietly at his cards. But the sound of his name snapped his head up, "Oh- I wsh..." He paused, moving his lips and tongue as if they were too fat to make the noises he needed them to before trying again, "I was going to walk Hawke home. The path up to Hightown is scary these days." Isabella put a firm hand on Fenris' shoulder to keep him in his seat, "Fenris is here, he lives in Hightown as well, so it would be most expeditious for him to walk Hawke back, and Merrill can stay with you at the clinic for tonight."
Anders made to protest but Merrill already had his hand in hers and was chattering brightly away as they exited. Hawke gave a great yawn and a stretch as he stood, "Well then!" His voice too loud in the emptying tavern, "Fenris! Shall we!" He bowed mockingly and offered his arm to the warrior. Fenris nodded his appreciation to Isabella and Varric then stood, gripping Hawke's bicep in like a vice and dragged him from the tavern. "Woah boy!" Hawke chuckles, making horse noises, "Calm down, we got all night-" the conversation was cut off from the rest of the tavern as the door swung shut behind them.

Halfway up the back ally from The Hanged Man to the Amell estate, Hawke had to stop to retch, the alcohol finally catching up with him. He they stayed on the ground, whining for Fenris to carry him for another ten minutes before the elf finally complied and hoisted him up bridal-style to finish the trek.
"Oh Fenris... Oh my dear Fenris, my hero, my savior!" Hawke wailed, throwing his arms dramatically around his companion's neck. Fenris just grumbled and kept trudging forward, "Oh, I am so wounded, so hurt and you are here to carry me to safety! Oh glorious day!"
"It is night."
"Oh Fenris," Hawke swooned, lolling his head against the elf's strong arm, "Don't you know, my darling, that the moon is only the night's sun?"
"It is not."
Hawke didn't let this fact deflate him, "Well you are still carrying me to safety! Though I be mortally wounded surely there is some way I can repay you." Hawke made an exaggerated kissing face and accompanying "smoochy" noises.
"You are not. You are just drunk."
The human pouted in his arms and sighed loudly, "You are just no fun at all."
Fenris gently kicked open the front door to Hawke's mansion and stepped inside, using his foot to close it after himself.
"Yes, I'm sure the Abomination was much more jovial." He loosed his arms, depositing Hawke on the floor of his living room, then promptly stepped over him without a second's hesitation to build up the fire a little, so that Hawke's Mambari would not get cold. "Get up, you can walk just fine."
Hawke's fall had sobered him up quite a bit, added with the sharp words from Fenris he was nearly out of the booze-y haze entirely. "Hey now, that's no way to talk about Carver." Fenris just glared. Hawke raised his hands in assesion and headed towards the stairs, "Come on, no need to argue down here where we'll wake the whole house up."

Hawke opened his bedroom door for Fenris before following him in. Hawke had just opened his mouth to speak when the wind was knocked out of him as Fenris slammed him back against the door. Both the human's hands pinned in one of his own, his other hand tangled tightly in the hair on the back of Hawke's head. "So is that why you keep helping him? You spend so much time with him, sit so close, let him touch you the way he does, rubbing your shoulders, stroking your arm, putting his hand on you knee? Is that why you keep letting him interrupt? Because you want him to be jealous? You want him to fight to get you back or something? Is that all I am a tool? A distraction? Or a temporary replacement?"
"Fenris!" Hawke gasped, in shock, in pain and, a little part of him had to admit, in arousal. "Fenris that's not it at all, I don't want him."
Fenris sneered at the other man and shoved his body tight up against his, "You don't but your body does." He kissed Hawke hard, grinding their hips together, dominating him. The kiss demanded everything and gave nothing and it's force and passion pull a long, low, needy moan from Hawke, if he wasn't sober before he certainly was now. And as he tried to take something back from Fenris, take as much as was demanded of him the elf pulled away.
"I will make you forget he even exists. I will take every place he touched you and make it mine." It was a low growl deep in his chest and Hawke could feel his knees shaking with the pleasure of that sound, "I will replace every memory of him so that all you will know is me. I will show you what pleasure is and by the end of the night the only word you will know is my name."
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