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Magnetism	By : Crimsonberry Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dragon Age 2 Fanfic
Fenders-Anders/Fenris through Anders' POV
Probably sometime around the beginning of Act 3

Chapter 1

I sighed as I let the cool water hit my head. Hawke was off with Varric meeting with correspondents of the Merchant's Guild today. At least I wouldn't be pestered, much. He was in the shadows, trying to sneak up on me again. It had been like this all week. To give him credit, he was light on his feet for all that armor on his frame. Probably the lack of shoes made it easier, absorbing more sound from his feet on the dirt and grass. I chuckled to myself. I smirked as I felt him come closer. He was like a beacon, the lyrium singing a song louder and louder as he approached. I cleared my throat, keeping my back turned to him, hoping he was enjoying the view.
" You do realize that you can't sneak up on me right? If it were Isabella, or even maybe Hawke, I might be dead right now. But you...don't seem to understand the smell you give off," I tossed out.
I heard him grip his sword tighter, growling.
" You have no such claims for this smell. I may not be such a woman with my bathing like you, but I keep things clean, you rat," he spat back, thinking I had insulted him again.
I sighed, wondering how he had been part of a magic dominant country for so long without understanding the effects of lyrium upon mages with strong ties to the Fade. Perhaps he did not care to notice, or admit it. I still didn't turn, my face a little flushed from the prospect of him watching me, even if I was just prey to him at this point.
" Don't assume things. I'm talking about your blood and skin. Your sword, too. I can smell them, the lyrium is calling to me. You're never going to be able to surprise me lest you rip out your veins and use a normal sword. Do you really not understand this, elf?" I asked, taking my oil from the small rock I used as a makeshift table and pouring it onto my hand.
I pulled out of the waterfall, running my fingers over my hair, the slippery liquid sliding under my palms.
" Abomination. That is all you are. Nothing special, mage. When I get in close, you don't stand a chance. The sneaking shall be no matter anymore," he said through his teeth.
I could hear the tension, the hunger in his voice for revenge. He was a wolf set for blood. I always had to talk him down. Anyone who has talked down a hungry animal should know that it proved a little bit stressful. Of course I had failed before. Cuts and scars on my body proved that; demon, animal and human.
" You're right. Then again, I'd like to see you try after last time," I grinned, deciding to turn around towards him, closing my eyes as I stepped back to rinse the oil from my hair.
I could see where he stood now, arms crossed, sword in the ground by him. I felt my heart flutter as I saw him, staring me down. He wasn't wearing his breastplate, so the lyrium lines were visible on his tanned chest and shoulders. He also had a small look of maybe confusion or embarrassment on his face. I smirked.
" Are you sure you don't just like to sneak up on me to watch me be undressed?" I asked, letting my eyes lock with his.
He growled again, cheeks flushing.
" Watch your accusations, mage! The very thought of desiring you leaves a bad taste in my mouth!" he retorted, grabbing his sword and moving closer.
I didn't flinch. I was used to this by now. At least if this became a full on fight, I would be clean. I rinsed the oil off of my palms, letting a tiny spark of lightning travel over my fingertips as a warning. The flush on his cheeks stayed, but his gaze was back, intense and daunting. I sighed and walked over to where I had placed a large towel, wrapping it around my hips.
" All this over a measly little kiss, elf? Guess I didn't get you quite drunk enough," I said, grinning while tucking in the top of the towel and sitting down on a nearby dry rock.
" You violated me. It was not warranted in any way, rat," he growled under his breath.
I raised my eyebrows and chuckled. He frowned even further.
" You do know that many humans use a kiss as a greeting? A sign of petty affection? It is not always something so intimate, elf," I mused, taking out a straight razor and carefully running it over my cheeks and chin.
" I know that! But I see the ways you look at me, mage. I do not think it was anything less than you meant it to be," he said, flushing a bit further.
That made me smile as I wiped off the blade and put it back.
" Oh? So you think I'm in love with you, elf? Is that it?" I laughed.
A small grin formed on his face, although I was expecting more growling.
" Why, yes. I do. I won't allow it," he stated plainly.
I snorted in amusement.
" Even if I was, what make you think you could stop it?" I asked, interested to hear what he would make of this.
" I would kill you," he said, face rather emotionless.
I swallowed quietly. I was used to his heated threats, but this one seemed to carry a bit more passion to it than usual. That meant it was time for humor to lighten up my nerves.
" Are you sure you aren't in love with me? You sure won't stop pestering me," I said, chuckling at him, secretly shaking a little bit.
His eyes grew wide, face flushed in what seemed to be anger. He charged through the water at me, knocking me back into the lake with quite a bit of force for such a lithe body. I gasped as the wind was knocked out of me, then panicked as I was pushed under the water. His metal fingers held my neck under as he used the other to wrap around my torso to keep me from squirming. I tried to relax my breathing, but he had taken me by such surprise that not much air was left. Maybe it also had to do with the fact that his finger was pressing into my windpipe.
I looked up through the splashing chaos of the surface to see his face blurred as I jerked around under him. He wasn't showing signs of letting me go anytime soon. I let my hand grip his shoulder, and let loose a surge of electricity into his metal armor. He screamed in frustration, flying backwards from the shock, armor smoking a little bit. I breached the surface of the water and took gulps of air, keeping my magic ready for another strike.
" Damn mage!" he yelled, running back to knock me against the stone behind the water fall.
His wet, white hair clung to his skin, tattoos glowing ferociously. I hadn't seen them that bright in a while. He dug his gauntlets into my chest, keeping me pinned to the cold, wet rock.
" Guess I found a sore spot," I gasped out, chuckling but breathing hard against the pain of the piercing metal.
He reached back and his fist collided with my jaw. I grunted in pain, feeling warm blood flowing from my lip. I pulled in a breath through my teeth. Then I decided to try one last thing. I reached out my hand to his arm, touching a lyrium vein under my thumb, gathering energy inside. I saw him retracting for another blow, and I let loose a surge of spirit energy into it. His eyes widened, but more in shock than pain. I took my advantage and let it go, draining myself of my reserves. His face flushed and he took his hands from my skin, dumbfounded. Then a strange look came over him, eyes glazing over a bit, and then he started screaming.
But I couldn't tell what he was feeling, for it did not seem to be cries of pain. It was more of pleasure and confusion. His tattoos glowed brighter, and he fell to his knees. He covered his mouth with a metal hand, muffling the sounds that he could not seem to control. I watched in interest, shivering naked and bleeding with nowhere to go but past him. He buried his face in his hands, muffling groans and whimpers, eyes closed tightly. I ran a finger over my lip and flinched, licking some of the blood off. I still watched him as he started to merely gasp and breathe heavily. I was still in a bit of shock to be amused with the situation. A hand flew out and gripped my shin.
" What...did you do to me, mage?" he asked, face cast downward.
I didn't answer, for part of me didn't exactly know.
The grip got tighter.
" What did you do?" he said loudly, looking up at me, face blushed as he still fought to calm his breathing.
I held my hands up in surrender.
" I don't know," I said, watching him, eyes locked with his.
His hand dug into my skin now.
" Bullshit! Tell me! You knew what that would do to me! You knew!" he shouted despite seeming to be rather fatigued.
" What did it do? I don't understand. All I did was touch you with magic," I answered, looking down at his lyrium burns.
He growled at me, though most of the fight seeming to be gone from him.
" How dare you violate me again, mage," he mumbled under his breath.
" Violate? I wanted it to hurt," I said, smiling.
He tried to claw his way up me to stand, but could not get off of his knees. He cursed in Tevinter and pounded a fist into the water.
" Mage. I will kill you for this. My body is not your toy to be played with!" he yelled, pulling me down to the water with him again.
I took hold of his upper arms as he dragged me down. I got a bit more energy ready in my fingers, but he didn't push my face under. He was unsteady, waving this way and that as he tried to keep me down.
" We can talk this out, you know," I suggested, smiling sweetly, not expecting a great response.
He let out a long breath and glared over at me.
Was he listening?
Then he did what I had not expected. He straddled me, looking down into my eyes with hate and confusion.
" What did you do to me?" he asked again, softer this time.
I shrugged.
" I just touched you with some magic...on your brand right there," I said, pointing to his shoulder.
He looked to it and back to me in silence.
" Do it again, but with less energy this time," he demanded, his face like stone.
" Where?" I asked, licking my lips, eager to touch him again.
He took of his right gauntlet, throwing it on the rocks near us. He held out his hand to mine. I looked up to him and he nodded. I swallowed and pressed my fingers to his, letting the magic flow into him. Immediately his facial expressions changed. His eyes glazing over again, his breathing heavier. I raised my eyebrows, but he didn't seem to be protesting, yet. I found my face heating up a bit, having him on top of me like this. I wasn't used to this position, unless we were fist fighting. I watched as he bit his lip softly, eyes fluttering half closed. I slowly let my fingers trace up the tattoos to his wrist, then up his lower arm. I heard small sounds muffled by his closed mouth as he shut his eyes.
I was starting to get a little worried, as I watched his face start to twist in pleasure. I was getting hard under him, the mix of his scent and all the heated contact of our bodies getting to me. I desperately hoped he did not notice, for he would surely rip my heart out if he felt it. But he still seemed to be enthralled by my touch, which was relieving. I swallowed as a white hot desire started to form deep inside me. I had wanted him so badly already. So many years of pretending, teasing and joking. I literally had him under my finger at this moment. My mind started to entertain the thoughts of him writhing under me as I stroked him all over with my fingers, all the while giving him a nice flow of magic.
The craving was starting to become rather unbearable. I wanted to see what other sounds he would make under my hands and mouth. I slowly let my fingers travel upward to his shoulders as he sighed, eyes closed and body shaking softly on top of me. I took a deep breath and let my hand slide up his neck, to which I got various gasps of approval. I felt his heart beat fast under my fingers, and watched his flushing face grow warm as I let a finger slide up his chin to his lips. At this point he let out a groan and opened his mouth to my touch, letting his hot tongue slide out against it. I felt like melting right then and there, keeping from making any noise myself to alarm him. But the way he looked, lapping and sucking on my finger was making me want to rip off the rest of his clothes and bend him over right then and there. Part of me did not care what he thought about it. The other part reasonably argued to not scare him off.
" Mmm," Fenris whimpered into my finger, letting his tongue circle around it and suck the tip, like my magic was the most amazing thing in the world.
I resisted the urge to tend to my hardened and now rather uncomfortable length, biting my lip. At least the pain of the cut was helping to distract me, or in some ways it was making it better. Was nothing sacred? Fenris pulled back, and I got ready for a hard punch, but instead he grabbed my wrist and let his face fall to me. His warm lips smashed against mine in a passionate kiss. My eyes widened, and I couldn't resist letting a small gasp escape my throat into his lips. His tongue lashed against mine in a feral, hungry way, craving to feel all of my mouth against his. I let my own tongue dance with his as he pinned my wrist above me.
" Do it," he panted, pulling back slightly, but still brushing my lips with his own.
" Do what?" I asked, almost equally as out of breath.
" Through your mouth," he grunted out, pressing his mouth to mine once again hungrily.
I had not thought of that, but I focused on letting things flow upward and into his skin against mine. That earned me a loud groan from him into my mouth, causing him to press his body against mine fiercely. I had no real complaints about that, except that my erection was now squeezed against his. This was not something that I could resist moaning about. I had forgotten what the weight of another man was like against me. Luckily he did not seem to mind, instead grinding against me. Like all those dreams that woke me up at night, sweating and sticky, I felt like this was going to end. I tried not to think about it as Fenris kept up the pace, energy crackling between our lips.
The friction of his own clothed cock against mine was going to take its toll soon, since I hadn't done this in a while. Normally it was me and my lovely hand at night to please myself. I didn't know very much about his body, besides what I had gathered by healing him, but the pitch of his groaning seemed to be indicating the promise of release. I decided to hell with it, and ground back against him, hips a mess of heat and hardness aching to be relieved. His tongue licked along my injured lip, but the small pain seemed to go along with Fenris. If this was ever going to happen, I should have expected it to be rough.
" A-ah! And-" Fenris pulled back, moaning loudly, almost uttering my name.
That made me a bit frustrated, so close to him calling out to me. In the heat of the moment, I decided to let my inhibitions go, throwing my head back into the shallow water.
" Fen-Fenris!" I groaned out, watching him under my eyelids.
His eyes shot open in shock of hearing his name from my lips, but at the same time I felt him jerk and moan loudly as he came on top of me. The warm seed soaked through his pants onto my skin, sending me over the edge as well. My own cum splashed up between both our stomachs, sticky and hot. He collapsed onto me, panting as I let my body ride the small aftershocks, cold water making it all the more lovely. I tried to catch my breath, tempted to wrap my arms around him. But I knew that was probably a bad idea. There was going to be enough anger to deal with without me being mushy.
Shit.
He was probably going to flip out.
I took a long breath, waiting for him to notice what had just happened. He rolled off of me, propping himself on his elbows chest down in the water. He splashed some water on his sweating face as he caught his breath. I merely lay there, letting some of my body sink into the water to wash the mess away. Fenris brought himself to his feet, standing under the waterfall and letting it run over him completely. I couldn't help but lean my head back to watch the water slide off of his skin. I saw him undo his breeches, back to me, and step out of them. I tried not to blush as I noticed that he wore nothing under them. He didn't turn to look at me as he ran his clothing under the water. I suppose it was better than hearing curses flying at me.
After a couple minutes he wrung the cloth out and stepped back into it, not seeming to care that it was damp. I looked away, just in case he tried to catch me watching.
" No one is to hear of this, mage," he stated plainly, without any sort of anger or much of anything else.
I nodded, even though he was already walking away, grabbing his gauntlet and sword. He walked away calmly. I waited until he was out of sight to get up and wash myself off. I suppose it could have been worse. As much as it saddened me, the rational part of my brain told me that it was nothing short of pleasure that he had wanted, not me. I frowned, looking at my soaked towel floating a bit in the water.
" All is fair in love and war, my ass."
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