MoD - Cut Scenes and Drabbles

“And the fisherman’s wife said…” the mage nattered on about his strange day at the market, while his elvhen lover nodded absently, chopping vegetables for their lunch.

Fenris admired the view as Hawke bent at the waist to stir the stew cooking over the fire.”

“…but that’s all relative. Right, love?” The blond waited for an answer before turning around the look at the slighter male curiously. “Fenris, are you even listening to me?” he asked in amusement.

“Ah!” the elf started when a sun-kissed hand waved in front of his green eyes, cutting himself with the knife he’d been holding.

“Fenris! Are you ok?” the blond asked worriedly.

“I’ll be fine. Just a scratch. I wasn’t paying attention is all… Hawke?” the warrior was startled to see the mage’s eyes glowing red and focused on his cut finger. Or more towards the fact that there was blood seeping from said cut.

Give in. You know want to. Just a little taste is all. Look at that sweet temptation. So, so red. Warm, filling, delicious…

“But I don’t want…” the human protested.

“Toma?” Fenris slowly put down the knife out of the man’s reach. “Toma, are you alright?”

“N-no I… Give it to me!”

Hawke lunged, but Fenris was ready for him, using the heavier male’s momentum against him, he spun the blond, throwing him to the ground and straddling his waist. His demon-possessed lover was trying to grapple with him, but its disadvantage was too great. The elf had the demon pinned by its wrist, his other hand pushing down on the opposite shoulder.

“Toma, you can fight this! Wake up! It’s me! It’s Fenris, Toma! Come to your senses!” he shouted.

The silver-haired male leaned forward and pressed his lips to Hawke’s. The demon growled into the kiss, but its struggles stopped. Fenris’s lips moved against his companion’s still ones, putting into it as much love and passion as he could muster.

Then Hawke began to kiss back, plunging his tongue into the elf’s mouth and thoroughly reclaiming its well-known territory. Fenris’s grip relaxed, but the blond made no move to free himself.

When they finally broke apart, the mage stared at his elvhen lover, gold eyes shimmering sadly. A few stray tears escaped as he blinked.

“Toma, what’s wrong?” the green-eyed elf asked softly.

“You should hate me,” he whispered brokenly. “I’m so horrible.”

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. You are my everything, you and Fenlen.” Fenris stroked Hawke’s cheek tenderly. “We will fight this demon together. I won’t let you give in to it, emma vhenan (my heart),” he told the man doubtlessly.

The mage smiled. “Ma’arlath, emma sa’lath. (I love you, my one love.)”

“Ma’arlath.” The elf smiled back.