Fiat Justitia

Anders frowned and knelt down, keeping a steadying hand on Fenris' shoulder as he stitched the laceration together. He had to stop and blot the wound with a cloth as it bled, before he tightened the tourniquet. "I'm sorry, I don't have the mana right now." "I understand," Fenris said as he looked away, gritting his teeth as the needle pulled him together. "The collar." "Yes," Anders replied, finishing the suture and cutting the thread before taking up a salve. When he smeared it over the raised line of thread, it hissed and Fenris softly cursed. "Just a few days, then I can take them out. I'll heal it better later." "Thank you," Fenris quietly said, staying on the bench as Anders got up. They were in the room Danarius had renovated for the possessed mage to work in. "...have you spoken with Marian recently? Or her sister?" "No," Anders said under his breath, rinsing the bloodied cloths in a basin. "Her mother was murdered in the revolt," Fenris said, looking at the stitches. The edge of the basin clinked as Anders dropped his hand, and he looked back, "Leandra? She's dead?" "I apologize, I hadn't realized you were close," Fenris got up and retrieved his vest, gingerly putting it back on. "I wouldn't say that," Anders quietly said, shaking his head. He looked at the reddened water, before pulling out the cloth and hanging it to dry. Thoughts churning, he tentatively asked, "Will you help me, Fenris?" "That depends," the elf replied with a smirk. "Help me see her," Anders asked, glancing towards the door. "I... I need to." "If Master learns that you went to the slave quarters, he will not be kind," Fenris quipped, a ghost in his eyes. "To either of us." "I just keep caving to him," Anders said, pacing across the room, "Like it will do any good. When I should be trying harder. When there should be more I could be doing!" "I... I may be able to convince the other slaves to stay quiet," Fenris said, his voice stilted. When Anders looked back at him, a light flush rose on his nose. "I cannot protect you from Master, though." "I would never ask you to, Fenris," Anders said. "Maker knows, Danarius tries to get you killed enough." "He will be resting from our journey," Fenris quietly said. "And he did not allow Hadriana to take Marian." "I almost..." Anders sighed, leaning onto the windowsill and looking into the courtyard. "Andraste's tits, what is wrong with me." "Come on," Fenris sighed, walking towards the door. He peered down the hallway. "Most of them will be busy with their after dinner duties." Keeping to the walls, Fenris lead them down to the slave quarters, and the elves there stopped in the middle of their meal as he and Anders entered. They stared at them in obvious surprise. One of the elders rose. "Papa," Orana said cautiously, shrinking back into her chair under his reproachful gaze. "He is not allowed here," the aged elf replied, motioning to Anders. "I cannot permit it." "You will," Fenris replied, stepping forward and clenching his hand into a fist. The glow lit under his skin, showing through his clothing. He glanced between the elves there, and some of them skirted farther away, "Or you will deal with me." "Please," Veyena said from where she stood by the door to their sleeping quarters, "Master will hurt us." Bristling against the hesitation in his chest, Fenris swallowed and raised his hand, the brands on his skin flared bright, lighting up the room, "I will hurt you if any of you speak of this." "You wouldn't," the elder replied, putting an arm against Orana. "Who do you think our Master will believe should something go awry - you or me?" Fenris said, motioning towards the sleeping quarters. "We're going to see her, and none of you will say anything to Master or Mistress Hadriana." "We just want to see Marian, you don't have to tell them," Anders insisted, furrowing his brow as he reached for Fenris' shoulder. "Just look the other way. We are all in this together, and that is how we will get out of it." "You are playing with our lives," the elder said, shaking his head. "A half hour," Anders said, glancing to where Fenris opened the door. "Please." "Leave," Fenris plainly said to a pair of elves in the sleeping quarters. Hawke looked up from the cot on which she lay. "You... Anders," Hawke's eyes went wide as Fenris shut the door. She cowered a bit on the bed, "What is happening?" "I needed to see you," Anders blurted, before adding, "I heard about your mother." "All this for little old me..." Hawke said, slowly standing. It finally kicked in and she took the steps to him, throwing herself in his arms. "You're really here, Maker, not just some fantasy between the sheets. Fenris..." she stepped back, glancing between Anders and the elf, “You helped him." "He wished to see you," Fenris quietly said, lingering by the door. "I'm so sorry about your mother, Marian," Anders said, rubbing his thumb over Hawke's cheek. "I don't know if it was easier just blocking it all out," Hawke said, looking back to Anders. She put a hand over her eyes, dryly laughing, "What I wouldn't give just to get drunk." Anders clasped her neck and pulled her up into his lips, cutting off whatever smart remark was on its way, and she exhaled out sharply. Closing her eyes, Hawke tangled her fingers up into his hair, deepening the kiss before they pressed their foreheads together. "Get me drunk in another way. Help me forget this place and all that's happened," Hawke whispered, bumping their noses together. "Show me it's still my body and not hers. Show me I'm still me." Brushing her hair back from her face, Anders kissed Hawke quickly, tilting into her lips and shadowing her from Fenris. She whimpered softly, wanton in the kiss, and when his hands ran down her arms and tangled in the meagre cloth on her hips, she swayed closer to him. Hawke broke the kiss to pull back, a steadying hand on his chest. When she turned, they both looked to the elf. "Fenris," she quietly said. "You've risked a lot for this." "I am well aware of that," he smirked, glancing askance. Hawke's eyes flickered to Anders before she quietly said, "Then come help. Might as well enjoy yourself for the danger you’ve put yourself in." "I..." Fenris hesitated with both their eyes upon him. Anders was coiling his finger into Hawke's dark hair. Closing his eyes, the elf adjusted his hips, looking down as he murmured, "It is best I keep watch. Perhaps another time." "I hope so," Anders smirked. "Are you sure?" Hawke asked, gathering up Anders' robes as she spoke. "Like I said," Fenris replied, wetting his lips. "I'll watch." When she had the robes off, Hawke closed her eyes and pressed her face against Anders' chest, running her hands down his hips and ass. She kissed his skin, dragging her lips and suckling with each affection, and he closed his eyes as she moved into his neck. "I miss the smell of you," Hawke whispered, lifting her arms as he pulled her tunic off to leave them in their smalls. Anders kneaded her upper arms in reply, kissing her again with greater zeal, their breathing following the growing pace of need. Hawke's hands slipped around his hips, pushing down his smalls and wrapping around his arousal. When he moaned into her mouth, Fenris leant back more heavily against the door, pulse in his own aching loins. When Anders caught his thumbs in her smalls, Hawke pushed him back towards the low cot, stepping out of the last bit of cloth before easing down in his lap. Their kissing smacked softly, edged by soft pants and whimpers of desire and need. Straddling him, Hawke ground their loins together, hand on his cheek to keep his gaze as she grew wetter, tilting her hips to slick her nether lips up the underside of his cock, and drawing a heady moan. Fenris swallowed thickly, his thoughts plodding as he watched them together. The apprehension inside at disobeying his Master mingled with the stoked lust, and he adjusted his pent hard-on as Hawke dipped along Anders’ body, kissing and suckling pink marks over his skin and making him sigh. When her lips found the reddened, wet tip of the mage’s cock, it was too much, and he rubbed a hand over his own arousal. "Marian," Anders panted, arching and urging his shaft into her waiting lips. "Ohhh Maker, Marian." Closing her eyes, Hawke ran her hand over Anders' abdomen, a thrill welling inside at her name on his lips. Her name, not pet or little anything, just Marian, the woman he wanted. When her tongue pressed down the underside of his shaft, he groaned again, unable to keep his hips from rising to nearly gag her on the cock. She took it, mmm-ing into a hum that made him shiver, and her tongue swirled as her head rose. "Fuck me," he gasped, shuddering as she toyed her tongue over the head and suckled it to chase away his thoughts. "Please, agghh, Andraste's tits Marian, fuck me." Plucking her mouth off his shaft, Hawke ascended his body with easy agility, and nestled her thighs against his as she held the head of his cock against her sex. She rubbed it there, watching his features with obvious delight, "Hard? Fast?" "Anything," Anders panted, reaching for her neck and pulling her down into his lips. Fenris heartbeat leapt, his eyes upon their lips. Swallowing the insistent pulse in his throat, he blinked lengthily, running his hand up his pent member once more before hearing them moan. Hand in the front of his tight pants, he looked through half-lidded eyes at the pair, seeing Anders’ hands around Hawke's neck as their hips sunk flush together. When the woman moved, Fenris' hand did too, a slow stroke to mimic the gyration of her hips. Rising up, Hawke planted her hands on Anders' chest, his own hands falling down over her breasts and waist, leaving reddened lines where he pressed in. She looked upon him, her dark hair mussed about her cheeks as she moved, pulling him deep as she gasped for breath. She sat up straighter, using his arms for balance, and her gaze swung towards the subtle motion by the door.  Seeing Fenris stroking his own cock hard, Hawke snagged Anders' nipple and roughly pinched it, drawing his eyes open with a little yelp of surprise. Fenris lifted his head, and a blush rose over his cheeks as he saw them both staring at him. Hawke kept her slow pace, eyes dragging up from his loins to his face, and when she tilted her head as she drew out the thrusts of her body upon Anders' cock, Fenris almost unconsciously matched it. "Do you need to stay at the door?" Hawke murmured, her voice heady and low. There was a flush on her cheeks as she ran her hands up Anders' chest, leaning forward into his neck to kiss and bite the skin. The mage arched into her, a groan in his throat as he met Fenris' eyes. Hawke bit again, enough to leave a mark, before sitting up and reaching toward the door. "You should be here." Shuddering heavily as his grip tightened, Fenris tilted his head to watch them slowly fuck, "I..." Their eyes fell away from him as Hawke leaned back, putting her hands on Ander's thighs as he reached for her clit and made her gasp and shudder. He could think of the nights spent listening to Anders speak, not wholly understanding, but listening to the world he made with his memories and dreams. Of shaking the shackled mage awake when he trembled from the nightmares. Of sweet kisses granted when Fenris snuck to watch him work in the library - when it wasn't even what Master wished. She had made something come to life inside him - made him think of himself at all. Beyond that pedestal upon which Master - no, Danarius - stood looking down upon them. Teaching him to look away, to meet her eyes, to smile because it was what he felt, rather than swallow any emotion. It was a choice he could make. They didn't demand it, they didn't order or expect it without thought. He wasn't sure they ever had. The mage took the punishment bestowed, while she still bucked in the saddle. It was... freedom. The manifestation of the idea they wouldn't let go of. Hawke's head rolled round as she heard the soft pad of his bare feet, and she opened her eyes to Fenris. The elf cupped the back of her head and met her lips in much the same moment she wrapped her hand around his hard, hot cock. Moaning into his lips, Hawke's thighs tensed, and she ground into Anders with renewed vigour, sparking as the mage plied her clit, and the branded elf claimed her mouth. "Ohhh Maker, yes," Hawke panted when Fenris dipped into her neck, and she closed her eyes as their hands consumed her body. She squeezed his cock tighter, stroking erratically, counter to the odd rhythm with which she rode Anders. When Fenris took a knee beside the low cot, he almost pulled from her grasp. The elf leant over Hawke's breast, taking it in hand to guide to his mouth, biting the pert nub and drawing a harsh gasp. Anders switched hands, reaching to tug Fenris cock in her stead, and their pleasured sounds devolved together. Hawke wrapped a hand around the back of Fenris' head, pulling him from her breast as she saw Anders shift. The pair nestled their foreheads together, eyes down as the mage strained to finally take Fenris' cock in his mouth. A moan rose in Fenris throat, only to be caught by Hawke as she pulled him into her lips, kissing him roughly as she bucked to grind on Anders' buried shaft. Hawke's fingers tightened in Fenris hair, breathing erratically through her nose as they kissed, and he gripped her shoulder as he rolled his own hips to urge closer, and deeper into Ander's waiting mouth. She broke away and clutched the elf's hair, panting hard and pulling him against her neck. Lips by his ear, she panted, and kissed them, causing him to choke on his breath and jerk his hips into Anders' wet mouth a bit harder. Their next kiss scarce lasted, as Fenris gripped Hawke's hip in one hand, and a clutch of Anders' blond hair in the other. Steadying himself, his head dropped down to rest in her breasts, her hands in his hair as she rode into a frenetic pace. Her fingers were pulling his hair, but he was lost to the sounds of their bodies and pleasure, and Hawke clutched him as she cried out. Quickly muffling herself in his hair, she shuddered and moved with the undulation of Anders hips in reply. Trembling roughly as the divine ebb of numbness washed through her, Hawke pulled Fenris back to her, kissing him and grinding down hard on Anders cock. The man beneath her choked on his moan as much as the elf's cock, rolling his hips up as his hand left her sex to catch her hip.  Leaving an arm around Fenris' neck, Hawke panted by his ear, holding him steady as his buttocks tensed to more eagerly fuck Anders' mouth. "I want to hear you so badly," Hawke panted, breasts and limbs rocked with the force of thrusts as she planted her foot, steadying her weight against Anders. She blinked her eyes closed as Fenris moaned. "Marian," Fenris breathed in a hush, hand tightening in Anders' hair. When he turned his head, she caught his ear, and the flush on his cheeks deepened as he looked down on the mage. He twitched as the man opened his eyes, and the elf softly huffed, "Ahhggh, Anders, I -“ The words cut away when Hawke's tongue lavished his ear, pushing him over the edge and filling Anders' mouth with his seed. Hawke's hand ruffled through Fenris' pale hair, shivering as he jerked and shuddered in her arm. When he pulled away, she dragged her fingers over his cheek before falling forward onto Anders and kissing him with ragged need. The mage dug his fingers into her hips, gripping her as he arced and wound tighter. When she broke away with a moan and buried her mouth in his neck, he choked on the rush of pleasure, pulling her down on his cock to pin her as he writhed and burst. Soon they lay there panting, entangled together and hot with sweat. Fenris looked in his lap, expression lost to some inner thought – some demon that lurked at his door. "We cannot stay," Fenris gravelly said, tensing his fingers into a loose fist. "I know," Anders huffed softly, dropping his hand over one of the elf's, keeping the other around Hawke. Hawke slowly sat up, skin plucking as it unstuck from Anders' chest. She reached for Fenris, but the elf was already moving as she whispered, "Thank you... thank you so much. More than just a fuck, you made me feel like a person." "I have a plan, Marian, I... I am getting close. I'll speak with your sister," Anders said, cupping her cheeks and drawing her close. They laid forehead to forehead a moment as Fenris turned away and tucked himself back in his trousers. "I promise we'll be free." "We cannot linger any longer," Fenris said, tucking his chin down. "Master cannot know." Hawke shuffled off as Anders stood, and she sat naked on the sagging cot and watched him pull on his robe. There was colour on her cheeks and a light in her eyes. "I love you," she impulsively said, before catching Fenris' gaze. "And I'm glad you were here."             “I... yes," Fenris looked away again, as Anders ducked and touched her cheek. "I love you," Anders whispered against her lips. "Don't let your light go out."