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My Heart Made Wise	By : CarefulMimicry Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 2143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hawke awoke the next morning to a tuft of white hair tucked against his shoulder. The pair were curled together, legs a weaving tangle beneath the sheets, arms draped haphazardly over each other. HIs chin on Fen's head, the elf's face buried in his neck. Hawke hummed low and happily, moving carefully to roll away- or at least attempting to but Fenris tightened his arms and drew him back. Hawke chuckled and allowed himself to be pulled flush against his lover's warm body, allowed the other to capture his lips in a sleepy, stale kiss that had the sharp tang of last night's activities. Hawke didn't care, he sank into it, pressing himself closer to Fenris, his arms winding around the warrior's lean, muscular frame.
"Mmmm, Fen..." He managed to murmur against his lips, "We should wash up. We need to get to the hanged man to figure out how to deal with this Bone Pit problem." Fenris pulled away and began lazily showering kisses over Hawke's neck and shoulders. The human closed his eyes and dropped his head back, exposing as much of the bruised skin to Fenris' questing mouth as he could. "Feeeen-" it was half a whine, half a moan and he felt the jolt that ran down the elf's spine at the sound. "Washing..." Fenris whispered against the hollow of his throat, "Hhhmm... Yes, lets wash up." The smirk he gave Hawke was nothing short of devious and he somehow managed to gracefully tumble from the bed and tug Hawke after him to the bathroom.
A few minutes, some passionate kissing and a rather well placed wall, later found Fenris pinned and half moaning, half growling as Hawke attacked a trail of lyrium that ran tantalizingly low over his hips. "Hawke... Hawke the tub is full, we really should get ready. People will wonder..." The mage scoffed and rose to his feet, flicking a hand at the water to warm it with a easy burst of magic, "Let them wonder, I only just got you and I am going to have you until I can't walk straight." Fenris raised an eyebrow, "You already can't walk straight." Hawke pouted and frowned, "You ruin all my fun, just let me be sexy Maker-damn-it!"
Fenris just laughed and sank into the tub, "You already are sexy. No need to try and force it." His eyes trailed every inch of the lean, perfectly masculine form standing over him, "Fuck, Garrett-" He dropped his head back, unable to resist running a hand up his thigh, stroking his quickly hardening cock. Hawke just kind of stood and stared, almost drooling, eyes enraptured by the vision of this man of muscle and power stroking himself, unable to control himself with just the sight of Hawke's naked body.
"Fuck, Garrett, get in the fucking tub."
Now it was Hawke's turn to chuckle as he slipped in, straddling the elf's lap, "You only need ask."
"Venhedis. Fastevas, you are insufferable." Their lips crushed together and Hawke moaned loudly and watonly into the kiss, pulling back only far enough and only long enough to whisper hoarsely, "That is hot. You should use Tevene more often." Fenris ran a hand down Hawke's spine and gave his ass a squeeze, groaning softly at the tight, firm muscle in his hand, "Amatus, bese formosus, volo te." Hawke's whole body shivered, "Mmmm, you're going to tell me what that means later, because right now you're just going to fuck me."
Fenris have a predatory smile, "I will not 'just' do anything. If I'm going to take you then I will take you." Hawke grabbed the elf by his hair and pulled him up for a deep, feverish kiss, "Good."

After a bath that was cold long before either male even considered getting out of, the pair were groggily pulling on hastily discarded clothing.
"It's a good thing we always wear armor. Means we only need one set of clothes. No walk of shame!" Hawke beamed at Fenris, who was securing the first of his spiked gauntlets. The elf looked over at Hawke and smirked, "Well, not for me at least." His gaze flicked pointedly down at several deep bruises on the side of his neck. The mage just winked, "Who says I'm ashamed?" He sauntered over to Fenris, hips swaying and then braced his arms on either side of the bed where he was sitting, "To be so clearly claimed? Fuck, I'm turning myself on again just thinking about it."
"You are insatiable."
"Mmmhm, and are you man enough to keep up?"
Hawke found himself pinned to the bed faster than he could blink, "Do not tempt me, mage." Hawke wriggled his hips against the elf's and tossed his head back against the sheets, "And if I do?"

Fenris groaned as he bent over to retrieve his discarded gauntlets, every muscle, bone and fiber of his being was deliciously aching and tired. Hawke was still splayed on the bed, one arm thrown across his eyes, "Are you sure we have to go?" Fenris gave a small smile and tossed the mage's robes on top of his naked body, "Yes. Get dressed. I will wait in the parlor so as not to be a distraction." Hawke began half hearted protests but Fenris just rolled his eyes and strode out the door, closing it with a curt click.
Hawke made a few more whining noises to see if his lover would come back in but was in no such luck. He slowly got dressed cursing Fenris up and down for his stupid, stubborn, practical ways. When he was finally clothed he skipped down the steps and they left, walking just close enough for hands to brush with each step, to The Hanged Man where the gang would be gathering shortly.
Hawke was the first to enter, all smiles and boisterous excitement upon seeing Isabella and Varric already sitting at a large table, waiting. "FRIENDS!" He held out his arms and strode over, giving each a bear-like hug. Isabella spat her drink clear across the table as Hawke approached, and let out a ringing laugh that could probably be heard halfway down the street. When he embraced her she ruffled his already tousled hair, "Mmm, he is thorough isn't he?" She lightly flicked one of the purple welts on the side of his neck and winked at Fenris, "A masterpiece, my dear." Fenris held back the proud smile and just put on his usual scowl, offering only a shrug.
Merrill arrived shortly after and fawned over Hawke for nearly five minutes, fixing his hair, giggling, poking at the marks on his neck. She beamed at Isabella, "Well it's so sweet, isn't it? After all this time?" The pirate smirked and patted her thigh, "So sweet indeed, kitten." Varric scoffed, "I'm not sure sweet is the word I'd use." Isabella gave a devilish grin, "Have you no sense of romance, Varric? To claim and be claimed, fuck and be so truly fucked. There's no sweeter thing in the world. Except for maybe a nice boat. Something long, and big, plenty of girth and power to 'er. Something that'll roll over the waves and plough right into a good storm. Great sails a-billow, charging over a roaring ocean..." Her eyes were distant and her voice far away, as if she were seeing it all, right there in the tavern. Varric just started at her, one eye wide in confusion, "Well now I'm not sure what she's talking about any more." Isabella gave him a playful scowl, "A girl can dream can't she?"
"About a boat or a boat?"
She winked, "Yes."
They both laughed and Merrill, only half understanding, joined in the merriment for the sake of merriment. Fenris and Hawke plopped down at the table with a round of ale (wine for Fenris) for the table. "So, I what's so funny?" Hawke inquired, taking a swig from the drink. Varric smirked and shrugged, "Oh, you know, Isabella and her boats."
Fenris pointed at her, "Boats? Or boats?"
Varric, Isbella and Hawke all answered together, "Yes." Causing another eruption of laughter from the group, even tugging a quiet chuckle from Fenris.
"Careful, Broody, your face might get stuck that way." Varric quipped, followed quickly by Isabella, "And then how would you pull of that dark, sexy man of troubles and mystery bit that you do so well."
Merrill cocked her head to the side, "I think his face is more like to break if he smiles too much."
Isabella laughed harder, looking to Hawke now, "And wouldn't that be the biggest shame of all, no more mouth to suck your-"
Anders half burst though the door, breathing heavy, a crooked smile on his face, "Did I miss something? I heard laughing." He strode over to the group and froze, eyes locked on Hawke's neck. Fenris gave an all-too-innocent smirk, "You going to sit, mage, the day is getting on and I'd like to get this Bone Pit mess cleared up. I have other things I'd rather be... doing." He gave a pointed look at Hawke and then turned his smirk back to the Warden across the table. Anders seemed about ready to lunge across the table and strangle him, his fists clenching and unclenching frantically by his sides. Hawke was too busy whispering huridly to Isabella and Varric to notice, Varric scribbling just as hurridly on a piece of parchment, Isabella cooing and making soft sounds of pleasure. Hawke paused, leaned in close to the couple and whispered one last thing before sitting back and smiling, eyes finding Anders, "Oh, hello! Have a seat!" At the same time as Isabella practically screeched, "NO WONDER I'VE HAD SO MUCH TROUBLE GUESSING!" Her eyes flashed with delight as she looked over at Fenris, "Oh you naughty, naughty elf."
Fenris flushed red from his cheeks to his ears and leaned over to have a few key words with Isabella as Hawke rose and followed a fuming Anders to another table for a few key words of their own.
Isabella pressed a finger to her chin and gave a dark, sultry smile, "So, Fen... How does your Lyrium work with Hawke's magic. I can only imagine how... interesting it could be." Fenris tried his best to keep a straight face but among a table of rogues even the slightest flick of an ear is as bad a tell as a smile or wink. Both the pirate and Dwarf clapped and pounded the table respectively, "Atta boy! That's thinking with the right head!" Varric chimed in, clapping the elf on his back and taking a deep swig from his drink.
Fenris looked over his shoulder back at Hawke and Anders, deciding he needed to stir the pot just a little more, rub the point in just a smidgen, tell him in the most subtly unsubtle way possible to back the fuck off. He cleared his throat, "Hey, Garrett, you gonna join us so we can figure this stupid mine problem out?" Isabella, Varric and Merrill all froze and went silent, the weight of that name hitting everyone, not just it's intended target. Hawke looked back at Fenris and tried to give him a look of pleading exasperation to leave Anders alone but only could manage a poorly subdued giddy smile. Anders, for his part, cleared his throat murmured something and half stormed over to the table where the group was sitting, followed closely by Hawke.
"Right, so this Bone Pit business..."

The entire trek to the now abandoned mine saw Isabella, Varric and Hawke laughing and jesting, Fenris tromping ahead trying not to smile and feel so fully satisfied with himself and Anders at the back with Merrill trying to console him.
"It's not so bad. You'll find someone. Just not Hawke, yeah? Love is tough sometimes, Carver and I have a rough go of it now that he's a Warden but he loves it so much... Isn't that what counts? That the person you love is happy? I think that's what matters. And Hawke is happy. So it's not with you but that's okay because something things just don't work out. There's someone for you, though, Anders, I know there is, you've just gotta-"
"Shut up, bloodmage!" Everyone stopped in an instant and turned to look at the rigid, aggitated Anders and the poor elf who made the mistake of trying to be cheerful. Varric, always the peacemaker, stepped forward, "Now, Blondie, she's just trying to help. You know how Daisy is." Then the fight broke out. Anders yelling at Varric, Isabella yelling at Anders, Varric and Merrill trying to calm both of them down.
Hawke meandered over to Fenris and smiled, taking his hand in a loose grip, "So..."
"So..." Hawke felt chills run up his spine as that deep voice rolled into his ears.
"So once we kick Danarius' ass are you going to stick around? Or are you going to run away again?"
Fenris stepped forward and rested his forehead against Hawke's, grazing his armored knuckles gently over the mage's cheek briefly, "Vos es meus domus." He gifted Hawke with a small smile, "Nunc adeo vos." Hawke's smile was small but so full of love and appreciation and wonder that Fenris felt his heart give a strong beat before it melted into his gut. The human raised his hand to cup Fenris' cheek and kiss him softly, "I love you, too."
Fenris' smile faded but a light ignited in his eyes and he nodded, pressing a kiss to Hawke's brow.
They broke apart as the fighting died down, Isabella looking angry and frustrated, Varric and Merrill both haggard and exhausted and Anders on the verge of losing control, his body giving brief flashes of blue. "Maybe today isn't the day to go adventuring?" Merrill suggested quietly. Hawked surveyed the scene and scratched the back of his neck with a shrug, "Sure. They're all dead anyway, the dragon can wait a day!" He beamed, clapped Anders on the shoulder and strolled off down the mountain. Fenris smirked as he passed, smugness roll off him in waves. Anders moved to lash out at the elf but Varric stayed his arm, "Let it go, Blondie. You had your chance. You're just angry that Broody was able to see past his prejudices to make Hawke happy. You're so filled with righteous anger I sometimes wonder if that's all you've got driving you forward to each new day. Hawke is happy, so should you be. It would do you good. Go... buy a cat or something. Learn to lighten up. You know it's a bad day when Broody is less... well, broody than you." He clapped Anders on the back and followed the others back down the path towards Kirkwall.
Anders stood a moment, scuffing his feet in the dirt. Justice was silent, for once not berating him for his stupid worldly obsessions and needs. Those things that distracted him from the real important things in the world, the real problems. And in the silence Anders had his own thoughts for the first time, in a long time. And for the first time, in a long time he allowed himself to feel the pain of giving up, of letting love go. Of letting hope die.

Back at the Amell estate Hawke and Fenris stretched out in bed, sheets tangled around their waists, sweat cooling on their bodies, breath slowly returning to them.
"Fenris?"
"Hhhm?" His green eyes were closed, hands propped behind his head.
"Could you try to not taunt Anders?"
Fenris cracked on eyes open and rolled his head to look at his human companion, "Why would I ever do that?"
"Because we all need to work together and... please? I still care about him and I don't enjoy seeing him hurt. For me, please just leave him alone? You had your fun, made your point."
The elf let out a slow sigh and reached out to tug Hawke to him, curling up protectively behind him, one arm draped over him to hold him close, "As you wish."
Hawke smirked deviously and slowly stretched in Fenris' arms, his ass pressing pointedly against the warrior's groin, "Oh, as I wish, eh?"
Fenris chuckled darkly and rolled on top Hawke, kissing him firmly and growling out a low, "Festis bei umo canavarum." Before capturing Hawke's following moan in another kiss.
"I know I am the most handsome, stunning and talented mage in the world!" Hawke chirped once he'd regained some composure.
Fenris merely scowled and hissed a low, "Shut up, Hawke."
"Awwwh, see, you do love me!"
Fenris didn't reply, simply proceeded to kiss him into silence before flopping into bed next to him again, too tired to even try to stir his body into arousal.
Hawke continued to tease and taunt him but Fenris sighed and curled up around him, a protective shell and let him talk himself into sleep. Once more, once his breathing had evened out Fenris placed a gentle kiss to the top of his head and nuzzled his nose into Hawke's hair, "I am yours."

(A/N:: Thank you for sticking around! And thank you all for reading. And feel free to contact me with any prompts you might want to see, I'm all ears and I live to please. You guys are the best. Seriously, thank you all so much, it means everything to me to know that people enjoyed this.
Rough internet translations are shitty and so here are shitty and rough translations of those translations:

bese formosus, volo te :: You are handsome, I want you

Vos es meus domus:: You are my home

Nunc adeo vos :: Now I run to you

Festis bei umo canavarum :: You will be the death of me)
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