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Magnetism	By : Crimsonberry Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4411 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning: mush and angst, ahead!
I found myself reaching out to touch that slumbering face, hate gone from his features.
Wait.
Wait, wait!
What was I thinking about a second ago?
What did love have to do with this?
Going back to my thought earlier, it was true that I had never stayed the night unless I felt genuinely attached to them. I fell easily...
But that was not the bloody point!
This damn elf was such a pain.
But a pain I felt fine enduring if it meant I could be near him.
Oh great, you old sap.
Look what in the Blight you have done.
You have fallen in love, again.
With this ridiculous man that hates you.
You bloody fool.
I pulled my hand back, trembling slightly. I went through the thoughts rushing through my mind, some of them logically pointed out by Justice, whom I told to shut up. There was no doubt that I had cared for Karl. But I had never told him about much. We were always busy running and taking out our need on each other.
Fenris.
I found myself wanting to tell him everything, even if he laughed and called me every good insult he could. I wanted this, right here. I wanted to wake up next to him, again. My face was heated, looking down at the handsome face next to me.
Damn it.
He was so cute when he was not glaring at me.
Yet he was also cute when he was glaring at me.
I sighed, delicately reaching my face down to kiss him on the forehead. He stirred slightly, soft lips letting out a small gasp of air as he slept. I could not figure out whether to let him wake up to my face or leave. My heart fluttered and I started to panic. He would be sober.
What if all of this was a drunken mistake?
What if never wanted to see my face again?
I tried to calm myself down, deciding to gently try and coax him awake. Perhaps he would not be as mad as I thought. I ran a hand down his face, over his chin where the lyrium brands sat. He shivered as I touched them, eyes closing tightly as he wrinkled his nose. I traced the burns down his neck to his collarbone, making sure not to use any magic. His eyes slowly opened, leafy green eyes showing him being a little disoriented. I wanted so badly to bust out a horrible phrase to cut the tension I could feel. He blinked, groaned a bit in annoyance to the light, seeming to be a bit hung over. I tried my best not to look smug or scared, Maker help me.
His eyes finally registered my profile and they widened. They showed slight confusion for a second, then he sighed. His dark skin obviously began to flush and he bit his lip as he flopped over to turn his back to me. He seemed to be battling a couple different emotions, strange sighs and murmurs of Arcanum leaving his lips. I could not help but smile at the adorable antics of him not knowing exactly what to do with the fact I was next to him, naked, and that he had been holding onto me in the middle of the night. I threw my side of the bed sheets and fur off, revealing the fact that I indeed had my normal case of morning wood. I sighed, cursing my anatomy for not ever wanting to cooperate, and stretched my arms above my head, wincing slightly as I felt a slight burn of pain at my wrists. Some of the skin had been rubbed a bit raw, pink and small amounts of scabbing formed where the leather had bitten in the night before.
I smirked to myself at the memory, my cock giving an appreciative twitch at the thought. Fenris had turned over slightly, burned hand over his face, rubbing his eyes. The sheets were slightly pushed down as he moved his arms, displaying more of his bronzed chest littered with intricate designs. I bit my lip as my cock pulsed again at the sight. I instead tried to focus on how sleepy he looked, scowls not quite possible as he was not awake enough.
“ How did you sleep?” I asked and immediately felt like an idiot.
He sighed huskily, slight groan of annoyance. His face seemed to be blushing further, his eyes darting to my body and away so fast that I almost did not catch it.
“ That bad, eh? Or are you really not a morning person?” I asked, trying to make things seem less awkward.
“ Peaceful, but also restless. Are you happy, mage?” he stated, sitting up himself, covers falling down to reveal the carved hip bones that I had been gripping the night before.
“ About...um..last night...and...I wanted...” I stammered, face heating in embarrassment as I had no idea how to approach him.
“ It was not your fault. I was the one who initiated it. Your spiritual energy was calling to me again. I could not stop myself. Do not talk like that, it makes you sound like a fool,” he said, quite a bit less grumpy than I expected, almost apologetic.
“ I am sorry. I just could not tell...you were very drunk,” I mentioned, running a hand through my hair.
“ What is it like? Me sucking on your cock?” he asked, bluntly.
“ I’m...sorry? Um...well...it...feels quite amazing, really,” I said, not expecting such a plain question from him.
“ Only getting a small taste of it, I was curious,” he said, still flushing, but keeping his composure quite well for what we were speaking about.
“ Wait. Have you not...” I started, not sure how to ask the obvious question.
“ I have only given it, mage. I merely wondered if I was still decent at it,” Fenris said, making my mouth almost fall down in shock.
The fact that we were talking so civil about sucking off was...a bit of madness.
“ Due to the lyrium, or maybe your skill, it’s probably the best I have had,” I stated quietly, partly hoping that he did not hear me.
Maybe he was still slightly drunk. The Fenris I had come to know would never talk like this.
Never.
He chuckled huskily, closing his eyes. I did not know whether to be glad or afraid of the sound. He propped his legs up, leaning back onto his arms, chest stretching. He ran a hand through his hair and his face got serious, gazing towards the side of the tent. My body temperature was rising quickly as I thought about making him come, again. I felt a bit ashamed, and the morning light made it easy to see everything that we had to offer. Without saying a word, I crawled on top of him, pressing warm skin against skin. My lips dove down to catch his in a heated kiss, all the while shudders of pleasure finding their way to my groin. He whimpered in a bit of protest for a second, but eventually gave into me, tongue and lips roughly meeting mine. His arms reached up to pull me in closer, one hand pressing me hard against him with a tug of my hair.
Teeth bit into lips, groans and sighs of pleasure escaping our mouths. I pulled myself back, not worrying too much about the harsh grip on my locks. He tried to bring me back down, but I smirked and pulled the rest of the sheets off of his nude body. His cock was hard, like mine, standing proudly and twitching as it ached for attention. I immediately let my head drop down to catch the throbbing organ in my mouth, swirling my tongue over the hot tip. The lines of lyrium tingled under my tongue, and I groaned, gripping his hips under my fingers as I shoved him down my throat. My nose brushed against his lower stomach every time I bobbed up and down on his thick shaft, all the while choked cries coming from his mouth.
He thrust himself into my mouth vigorously, like an animal in heat, body shuddering as he groaned out strings of words in Arcanum. I was pleased to hear swearing and other screamed things about how good it felt falling from his lips. I picked up my pace, reaching up to pinch a dark nipple between my fingers, earning a sharp and loud moan from the elf. I concentrated on my mana flow, pushing it into my tongue, the reaction of the magic meeting lyrium a symphony of pleasure jolting through me. Fenris threw his head back roughly, fingers digging into my scalp desperately as he hollered. I let a finger slowly run down his hipbone to his balls, giving them a hefty squeeze before dragging my finger down to circle his puckered entrance softly. I split my energy up, letting some crackle through my finger to his skin. He sputtered and arched his hips in surprise and ecstasy, knocking his cock deep into my throat as he came, hot and hard into my awaiting mouth.
I swallowed it down, once again savoring the soft taste of lyrium within it, groaning into the pulsing skin. He shook violently for about ten seconds, then collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily. I popped my mouth off of his softening member and licked any stray saliva and cum from my lips. I found myself panting due to the contact with his tattoos. My tongue was buzzing with a warm pleasure, my head swimming as I looked down at the spent elf. I crawled back on top of him, seeing that he was holding a hand on top of his face. His face was obviously flushed underneath as he tried to catch his breath.
“ Fenris?” I asked, smirking and trying to pry the hand away to see his adorable blush.
He did not answer, hand strong and resistant to let me see him.
“ Oh, come on. Was it really that bad?” I chuckled, running a hand through his hair.
Still no answer.
I cocked an eyebrow in confusion. I then got a rough push to the chest, finding myself falling backwards onto the bed as he shoved me away. He stood, not looking at me, hiding his face as he turned from me. I stared in shock as he found his clothing and dressed quickly, throwing his sword over his back and leaving the tent. I had seen his face, bright red. He looked more embarrassed than angry. I blinked, running my fingers through my hair and flopping down on the bed, stretching my body out.
Figures.
He was a strange man. I thought that I was figuring him out, but it seemed that I was wrong. I lay there, contemplating how I would approach him, again.
Would I even want to?
Yes. I probably would. But for now, I let myself doze off, wondering what I had done this time. I awoke to the sounds of laughing and the smell of roasting meat. I shrugged on my robes and trousers, a bit disoriented after earlier events. I stepped out of the tent, walking over to the returning party. Hawke and Varric were discussing business while Isabella was teasing Merrill about some sort of earlier blunder.
“ Blondie! Have a nice nap?” Varric asked as I walked over.
I thought about saying, “ No, I really did not,” but thought better of it.
“ Yeah. I did, thanks. I feel a bit better,” I said, putting on my best grin.
I tried not to look around for Fenris. I used my peripheral vision to scan the site, but could not see him anywhere. Had he run off? I decided not to ask, just not to arouse suspicion. Instead, I asked for some wine to drown my confusion and ate next to Merrill, asking her if she had been fine healing. She cheerily blushed and said that it was not really her thing, mentioning that I did it much better. All of us laughed and I heard about how they had run into a large dragon, and Hawke had nearly gotten his head bitten off.
“ Oh, come on! I was fine!” he said, punching Varric playfully in the shoulder.
“ I don’t know, Hawke. I think Bianca saved you from being dragon food,” he shrugged.
I smiled and joked along, secretly worried about where Fenris had gone off to. I knew he could handle himself, but he had just got up and left.
Did anyone else even notice?
“ Where’s the broody elf?” I finally managed to ask, looking around.
“ Ahh, he found us as we were coming back. He said he needed to head back, that he was expecting word about something important,” Hawke said, not seeming bothered.
I nodded, wondering what kind of lie he must have made up to go back to Kirkwall. I tried not to show the disappointment and confusion on my face as I stared at the meat on the stick. I asked for some wine, deciding that Justice was going to have to deal with it. I wanted to drown the strange reality that had suddenly taken hold. I downed more and more, finding the memories fade a bit, letting me forget about my troubles for a little while. I let myself chat drunkenly with everyone, until Hawke insisted that I go to bed due to my words slurring.
I fell into bed, drifting into sleep, head spinning too much to worry about much of anything else. I dreamt of Fenris. I dreamt of his moans and the way his body shuddered under my touch. I dreamt that he was glowing brightly under me as I pounded away into him. My eyes shot open and I found myself alone in the dark silence of the night. I felt a warm wetness creeping around my belly, and looked down the sheet to see that I had come in my sleep. I groaned, knowing that it was going to be annoying to get out of the fur.
Stupid elf.
Making me want you so badly.
I got up early that morning, groggy with a throbbing headache. The sunlight hurt my eyes as I went and washed up the dry mess from the sheets, fur, and my skin. I cursed Fenris, but could not do it properly with the way I felt. I dragged my legs back to camp and hung up the bedding to dry, making a fire for myself. Eventually, the others woke up and we all packed the supplies and tents. We made the hike back to Kirkwall, all the while, I tried to be cheerful, despite my annoyance with my body and with the elf. After everyone had gotten back home, Hawke came down to my small hovel in Dark Town to insist we all get a couple rounds at the Hanged Man.
I did not want anyone to think that there was something wrong, so I agreed, cheerily chatting with him about business as we made our way there. Except for Fenris, the entire group sat in Varric’s suite, chatting about weapons, whores, and old tales of youth. There was laughing and teasing. Aveline had shown up, trying to keep a straight face, but had eventually given into Isabela’s inquiries about her sex life.
“ Where is Mr. Broody?” Isabela finally asked, apparently also out of the loops as I was.
Hawke gulped down a bit of ale and nodded.
“ He says that he got some contact that may help him find his sister. I’m not quite sure. He’s been distant to all of us, lately. But it seems to be the way he is,” he said, shrugging and taking another drink.
“ Ahh. I never know what’s going on in that head of his. I suppose we might never know,” Isabela shrugged, stretching her arms like a cat, then curling up against Hawke.
Varric, who was sitting next to me, leaned in closely and quickly so the others could not hear.
“ You might want to make sure he’s alright. You are the healer and all. Perhaps he needs some company. He has been more broody than usual.”
I nodded, thanking him for the advice. I told everyone that I needed to take care of some business at the clinic, and left. I wondered through the cold night, ascending the steps to High Town. I was lucky that I remembered where he lived, otherwise I would have gotten lost, since I was not up here very much. I came up to the large house. It was dark and quiet as I came up to the door and opened it. I crept through the old, untidy mansion, wondering how many people it would take to clean it up. Fenris certainly could not by himself, no matter how skilled he was in other things. I made sure to tiptoe, every footfall sounding loud against the silence. I saw a dim light coming from the upstairs bedroom.
I kept my pace slow and non-threatening, so that he might know whomever was visiting, was more friend than foe. I ascended the stairs, trying to swallow my fear. I had no idea how he would react to seeing me. I could only hope that he was not violent. I pushed the door open slowly to Fenris looking out the window. A letter was on the desk, hastily opened and touched, but set down multiple times, it seemed. He was looking over Kirkwall, scars on his bare chest were hard to see in the candlelight. His chin was propped up on one knee, the other folded under it. I noticed a number of bottles on the desk, floor, and on the small space near his window where he stared. One rather lovely bottle was in his hand. He seemed almost like he was meditating. A very small shiver ran visibly over his spine. I could swear that the burns slightly lightened as I came closer to the large bed.
“ What can I do for you?” he asked, not bothering to look back.
I could tell that he knew who I was. Or at least his body did. It did not change his posture. He did not seem angry.
“ I was worried. The others were as well. I decided to come talk to you, apologize for my behavior. I am very...eager sometimes and it gets into my head that I could have anyone I wanted if I may convince them. If this caused you any pain, I am sorry, Fenris. I was being selfish, but...” I cut off.
What would I bloody say?
“ I love you, you big sod,” then embrace him?
If I valued my manhood, I felt it was not the best choice right now. It was too...cuddly.
“ Worried? Why? I have mentioned that business was coming through. It was personal and I believed Hawke understood. I don’t see how it has anything to do with you,” he says, taking a gulp of the wine, which I had noticed, even due to my lack of knowledge of alcohol, was the best you could find in Kirkwall.
I fidgeted, uncomfortable at how calm and cold he was, acting like nothing had happened. I wanted to ask him a million questions, tell him a thousand things. I wanted to smack him for running off like that and then acting like this. His eyes were glazed over, tipsy. I gathered my courage and sat down on the bed next to him. I reached out reluctantly, setting a hand softly on his shoulder. He did not move, even to shrug me off.
“ What do you want, Anders?” he asked, sighing
My heart fluttered slightly as he said my name. It was usually “mage” or “ idiot” or “healer”. My name on his lips was rather beautiful. I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it again. I did not know what to say.
“ If you have nothing to say to me, you may leave,” he said coldly.
“ What happened, Fenris? Did I ...do something wrong? Did I hurt you?” I asked, desperate for an answer.
He was silent for a few moments, then groaned.
“ You would not understand. It is impossible to explain. There is no point,” he stated.
I shook my head, reaching out to turn his head to me so that I could gaze into his leaf green eyes. They had a slight fear inside them, his face pink with alcohol. But I was pretty sure he was blushing as well. He made no move to take my hand from his chin. We sat there for what seemed like an eternity, staring into each other’s eyes. I finally leaned forward, softly pressing my lips against his. I did not use my tongue. It was not a kiss of lust. I was one of comfort. One of tenderness. It seemed to surprise him, but slowly he gave into it, moving his lips slowly against mine. I gently pressed my hands against the back of his head, and he set the bottle aside on the windowsill. It was altogether a different kind of kiss. It was not rough. It was like I was melting into him, soft touches dancing across skin.
I pulled back, opening my eyes to look back into his. He looked into mine, eyes half shut, lips partly open. I ran my fingers down his face, and smiled as he leaned into the touch, eyelashes fluttering shut. He was beautiful, especially when he was under my fingers. Even as my groin ached for him, I ignored it and instead kissed him gently once more, lowering him slowly onto the bed. He did not resist, fingers finding the small of my back and behind my neck. He sighed into my mouth, his tongue slithering into my mouth. Mine slid against his, almost painfully slow. But my whole body shuddered in bliss as our mouths moved against each other. As much as I wanted to tear his trousers off, I resisted, letting myself enjoy the tenderness from him.
We broke apart again, his lips swollen and his face pink. He breathed slowly, looking away in what might have been shame.
“ I remembered things. Things that I would never want to know,” he whispered, biting a lip.
I brushed some hair back from his face, nodding.
“ I’m sorry,” I uttered.
We lay there in silence for a while, my fingers brushing his skin, his eyes gazing into mine. I wanted to make those memories go away. I did not want to imagine what he might have seen.
“ Just so you realize, it was...very pleasurable,” he finally whispered, face becoming red in embarrassment.
I smiled, chuckling softly.
“ Good,” I uttered back.
He could not let his eyes meet mine after that statement, which was fine. I did not know if I wanted to understand what he had seen. Instead I let my body curl into his and relax, relieved that I was touching him again. I pretended to close my eyes, and I saw him gazing at me, eyes running up and down my face. I smiled to myself and brought him closer to me, finally drifting off into a warm sleep.
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