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Savage Impulses	By : TropicalFool Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 5161 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Those words, "So it begins"… at the time I had no idea what they meant. I thought, romantically, that perhaps they were the harbinger of many lovely hours, even years, together. Or perhaps a simple comment that we had found each other, had finally been allowed what we had both so longed for.
Things were easier for to me. Fenris accepted a co-leadership of our band and not all decisions fell to my discretion. We went after more apostates, but that was a necessary service to the city. That we brought fewer back alive, and those that we did were soon seen hawking wares as Tranquils, troubled me not at all. The money was good and steady, the work not overtaxing since Circle mages had little idea of how to use their talents. Abominations, despite their fearsome appearance and reputation, were weak outside of the fade.
And I had Fenris almost every night. We had developed our atypical lovemaking so that it has become a dance between us, but never one that was boring. Always, he or I would introduce an unexpected element. I was blissfully happy for the first time in my life. As long as there were enemies to kill and Fenris' arm and cock at night, I was content.
Most of the crew were happy with the extra coin we were bringing in. The apostates were less challenging than pursuing bandits or other miscreants who had more experience at fighting. The Templars paid well and on time. I thought that all was well under control until Anders rebelled.
I believe he thought that he had gotten me alone; not easy since Fenris and I were now all but inseparable, but the elf did not often come to Anders' clinic and I was threre consulting him about a persistent rash on my foot. He didn't look up from my calloused hoof as he said, "I respect you Hawke, or at least I did, but I can't do it any more."
I was surprised, not sure what he was talking about, although of course I suspected. He continued, "We only go after mages these days. Aveline has offered other work, but we always seem to be too busy tracking down some poor apostate. Too many of them are killed outright, and those we do capture seem to have better than average odds of ending as Tranquils. I know that Fenris has influence over you, and I'm done. I won't say or do anything against you, I just want to return to this clinic and stay out of politics and killing."
I was assessing what his loss would mean, between Anders and Fenris we were an unstoppable force, but it was their balance that lent us the backbone of our strength, when the elf stepped from the shadows. He said in his calm sardonic voice, "You will do no such thing mage."
Anders threw my bare foot from his examining table onto the cold ground and turned in a rage. "Is there no privacy these days? No place you will not spy out and slink into?" he shot at the elf.
Fenris serenely replied, "No."
I pulled on my sock and boot, assuming that my treatment was over for the day, and watched them curiously. Fenris was supremely assured, but Anders was also confident and strong. He said, "You heard me then. I'm through with you. With you running things, driven only my your unreasoning hatred of mages. I won't act against you, but I won't help you any longer."
"Think again, mage," Fenris replied. "It is only our protection that is keeping you free. The Templars could be here in moments and they would dearly love to exhibit you as a Tranquil."
I'm not sure who was more appalled, me or poor Anders. The mage spoke first, however, turning to me as he said, "You… you wouldn't. Not after all that I've done. I've helped you in every way. I've done things that haunt my dreams because they were ordered by you. I am no threat. I won't turn against you. I only want my freedom to do this," he gestured around the clinic. "To help people. To just be myself for a while."
"And to help the cause of mages," Fenris growled. Anders ignored him, and looked to me in supplication.
I felt as helpless as Anders. I couldn't deny the justice of his request, but we needed him. Trying to mitigate the threat, I said, "Anders, we need you. The safety of everyone depends on you. You know how valuable to us you have been."
It was unfortunate that Fenris chose that moment to growl under his breath. Anders turned away, then swung back to me, all but shouting, "He's feral," pointing a stiff finger at Fenris. "He's barely civilized and he has no sense of proportion. And you are cock struck. I'm sorry Hawke, but you have lost all sense of reason or balance." His anger seemed to dissipate as he said, "Please Hawke, be reasonable. Just let me go. I can't continue to hunt people who I think have done nothing that I wouldn't do myself under their circumstances."
I looked to Fenris and his eyes narrowed. "I can't do it Anders," I said, "I'm sorry." And I realized just how sorry I was. Everything that the mage was true, and I was only too aware that I was under the elf's spell, as binding as that of the most powerful Tevinter magister.
Anders shook his golden head sadly, then ignored me, asking Fenris, "You really would, wouldn't you? Have me made Tranquil if I won't help you?" Fenris just smirked. "Very well, I am yours, but watch your back elf."
Fenris responded cooly, "I always do."
As we walked home through the waning light, I asked, "Why?"
The elf turned his head slowly my way and said, "Because if he's with us, we can keep an eye on him and his demon. He has plans, plans that are more than you would credit. I don't have all the evidence, yet, but when I do, you will be the first to know. Until then, it is better than he stay with us than be free and unobserved."
It made sense, or at least I tried to convince myself it did. I knew that Anders, and more, Justice, would not give up the cause of the mages, I just had no idea what they had planned. As long as they were in my sphere of influence, I might be able to mitigate any of their more extreme plots.
Fenris continued, "He calls me wild, but there is nothing more dangerous than a free mage. We are the only check on him and his demon. If we allow him to just wander off on his own, I shudder to think what might happen to this city." He looked at me through his lashes and took a more conciliatory tone, saying, "I'm sorry Hawke. I was probably too brash, but I believe that everything I said is true. We are the only curb on Anders and we can use him to help us, but to just turn him loose would be foolish."
He knew that I could deny him nothing. I took his face in my hands and pushed him up against the damp, grubby wall of the alley. My fingers were already fumbling at the laces on his britches, and I soon had him in hand. Someone of less spirt might have objected to our semi-public location, but Fenris just pulled his pants down further and jumped on me, his arms around my neck and his legs around my hips. I rammed myself into him, the only lubrication what had leaked from my cock in anticipation, but I couldn't wait. My teeth sunk into his neck to keep myself from crying out and he gave only a stoic grunt as our flesh caught and pulled and ripped.
Realizing that I would not get further without help, I spat copiously into my hand and ran it along my shaft before dropping him down on it once again. This time I hit home and we both groaned at our release. I'd just let him down and was rearranging my clothing when a patient of Anders came timidly around the corner. Fenris looked at her disdainfully, his laces still undone as he tucked himself into his tight leggings. She let out a little squeal, then hurried on to the door of the clinic. I wondered if she would report to Anders, and if so, what?
Fenris chuckled deep in his throat and said, "An audience always makes it better, don't you think?" Well, no, I didn't, but if the whole city watched, I would take him when my need was great, and it hardly seemed to subside these days. Already I was thinking of dinner and what would occur later in the evening, although physically I was well spent.
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