Fiat Justitia

There was no goodbye. There was merely the memory of their eyes across the amphitheatre as Hadriana paralyzed her. Hawke could see the tears in her mother's eyes, and the way Bethany's hardened. It was the memory that would linger, glossing over the shameful walk back to Danarius' estate, or how Fenris hoisted Anders across his shoulders like a sack of grain. Even Anders' expression as he fell in battle seemed to pale compared to her mother's tears. "I am not in the habit of taking humans as slaves," Danaris said, and Hawke turned her dark eyes up to him. He was not looking at her. "They are wilful and brash. But for you, I'll make an exception."
"I'm flattered," Hawke replied in flatly.
"A fine example of it," Danarius said with defined malaise. He was admiring the tattoos along Fenris' chest, as the elf was stripped to his leather britches.
"Where's Anders?" she whispered, blinking at length before staring at the magister.
"From this moment on, he will only be your concern if I tell you it is your concern," Danarius replied, drifting to turn the rod that stuck out of the hot burning fire. "You will spend time in the slave quarters to better learn the behaviour I expect from you."
"Of course, Master," Hawke said with scathing sarcasm.
Fenris smacked her without hesitation, and it drew the edges of Danarius' lips up. The elf pressed her head down and he hissed, "You will afford him the proper respect due." "So I should kiss his ass like y-" Hawke's words cut off as she was cuffed again, and she suckled her lip in where it split. "Don't damage the goods."
"Do not think your life so valuable to me, Hawke," Danarius replied. "You are leverage. Or do you think Anders will do as I wish if your life weren't in peril?"
Hawke scoffed and said, "Then obviously I'm worth something. What do you think he'll do if you just kill me?"
"Oh, death would be a kindness," Danarius smiled with thin lips and retrieved the poker from the coals. "Restrain her."
As Hawke tried to move, Fenris caught her head, and her mouth was pinned in the crook of his arm as he linked the other through her bound arms. Her eyes went wide at the glowing brand the magister held, and she tried to twist in the elf's grasp. He pulled her head back to bare her breastplate.
Hawke's vision lanced white as the brand seared her skin, burning in the emblem to mark her as his. She screamed into Fenris arm, and the elf closed his eyes as Danarius held the metal to her skin. He held her as she shuddered and slumped in his arms, breathing roughly and struggling to contain her cries.
The magister watched as Fenris gradually let her go, and Hawke cowed forward to pant and cough at the pain. "Remember it," Danarius said, hanging the brand beside the fireplace. "Remember what I can do to you without killing you, Hawke. And think of Anders seeing it. Take her downstairs." ===***===***===***===***===***===***===***===*** Anders swallowed thickly and touched the collar about his throat. He could feel the enchantments within it, feel how it dulled his union with the Fade and it frightened him in a way that he would not speak of. No doubt the grounds had wards it would respond to as well. Justice felt drugged. He wore a simple robe that reminded him of the day he was put in the Circle.
"A necessary thing," Hadriana said with certain malaise. She clamped his wrists in iron behind his back, and motioned towards where Fenris stood by the door. "Go."
Led into the hall, Anders walked carefully, still nursing internal injuries - though he could tell enough to know that it wasn't life threatening. "Fenris, isn't it?"
Glancing to the blond tresses tied back from the mage's face, Fenris hesitated before quietly saying, "Correct."
"I am sorry I lost," Anders quietly replied. They hesitated as Fenris knocked upon a door. "You deserve better than this. You all do."
Fenris furrowed his brow and looked at Anders as the door opened. Seeing Danarius within, he led Anders before his Master's desk and encouraged him to his knees alongside him. The magister scarce looked up as he flecked his quill across the parchment, dipping it in ink to keep writing. He shook sand across the page before flipping it and continuing on the other side.
Exhaling, Anders closed his eyes and hung his head. Things had not gone as he hoped - though that might be the understatement of the year. Finally, he looked back to the magister and said, "Where is Marian?"
"Alive and fed," Danarius replied without looking up. "In the slave quarters."
Anders pressed his lips into a line and watched the man work.
Finishing his work, Danarius folded and sealed the parchment with wax, lifting it up. An elf came from along the wall and took it, keeping his eyes averted as he went out of the room. "Whether it remains so is all within your grasp, Anders."
"Maker help me if you hurt her anymore," Anders said, shifting to rise, but Fenris caught his shoulder.
Danarius chuckled, and he rose, bridging his hands together as he came around the desk, "In my benevolence, I spared her life and yours. I want to show you Tevinter - and what you can be. I want this to be a beneficial relationship - we can be powerful allies. I have never seen a mage with your abilities - with your control. You've taken in a spirit, haven't you?"
Glancing down, Anders closed his eyes. He could feel the fire of vengeance beneath his skin, simmering with the desire to burst. "Should I bring her here, perhaps? Hadriana has grown rather fond of her, though I admit, my apprentice has a sadistic streak that few rival," Danarius mused. "Yes," Anders replied, his voice flat. "A spirit of justice."
"How did you find it? Did it approach you in the Fade?" Danarius asked, crossing his arms and regarding the kneeling mage. "Does it vie for control?" "It is... complicated," Anders said. "The greatest things are," Danarius replied, undoing the sash around his waist. He laid it on his desk and retrieved his chair, placing it in front of them and sitting down without affair. He fanned his robes open, revealing his body, nude down to the slim shoes on his feet. He beckoned to Fenris. "Tell me."
Crawling forward, Fenris ran his hands up his Master's thighs, leaning to kiss along the pale skin, nose brushing through the hair on them. The scent of Danarius' loins filled his senses, and his tongue snaked out, running over the sensitive skin along his inner thigh as he reached up over the magister's pelvis.
Glancing up over his eyesbrows, Anders gaped a moment, unable to quite respond. "Your cooperation or lack thereof will dictate Hawke's treatment," Danarius said with surprising ease. His gaze drifted from Anders to Fenris, and he brushed the white daggers of hair away from the elf's forehead to watch him kiss the side of his member and stroke it in his strong hand. His voice was more airy this time, "What kind of property do you wish her to be?" A stab of anger twisted in Anders gut, coupled with the unbidden stirring of his loins as his eyes flecked from Danarius to the elf. He could see Fenris' tongue over his inner thigh, "I was a Warden. He inhabited the body of a brother in arms through a mishap in the Fade..." Fenris knowingly stroked up the shaft, hesitating to lick over his palm before taking the hardened cock in his hand again. He chanced to glance up Danarius' tensing abdomen as he spoke to Anders, seeing a subtle wrinkle in the corner of his eye as the elf palmed the sensitive head. He repeated the motion, slipping over the hot skin before situating himself against the edge of the chair. Plying his thumb up the veiny, soft underside of Danarius' cock, Fenris leant forward and suckled the head in his lips. The precum smeared over his tongue, and he closed his eyes, exhaling out his nose as his lips slid down the dampened skin. His Master's hand tightened in his hair, and there was a hitch in his breath as he addressed Anders again, questioning him further on the spirit. Anders struggled to respond, aware of his own distraction and the growing pulse of his loins. He could hear his own words, he could hear the mocking edge to the magister's voice - that he was able to respond at all was proof of his control as a mage. Danarius wanted him to watch, he wanted his eyes upon those lips, upon the brilliant tattoos on the elf's sculpted body. Wanted him to forget the welts upon Marian's skin, and just think of this. When Danarius tugged at Fenris hair and commanded he shift, it revealed the act to Anders even more. Fenris' toyed with the taut sack as he slid down, and his eyes briefly opened, focusing upon Anders. The intensity of the gaze made the mage's cock twitch. "This is what it means to be a mage in Tevinter," Danarius breathily said, tracing his thumb up Fenris' ear and prompting the elf to sink deep on his cock. He almost groaned, whispering his approval to his pet as lips continued to drag along the engorged member. "We are meant to rule. We are given the gifts and the power. It is only rational that we lead, that the world might be a better place. When our Maker has abandoned us - it is mages who must be take the rein." Anders pressed his lips together pent any reply, the pulse in his loins rising along his body and blossoming on his cheeks. Fenris settled his hand below his lips, and Danarius groaned as the elf began to stroke with each in unison. The magister's eyes half closed and he tightened his grip on the white hair, guiding the speed of his bobs. "What do you want?" Anders said, his voice cracking and prompting him to clear his throat. "Do not hold back." A feline smile graced Danarius' lips as he opened his eyes half-lidded to Anders, "Do as I command. And do not question me." "And you won't harm her?" "It is certainly worth hoping for," the magister replied, his chin dropping down as Fenris sunk along his shaft, his free hand dipping to finally wiggle a finger into the tight ring of his backside. Danarius panted out, hips rising into the knowing suckles, and he held the elf upon him, tongue lapping against his hardness as the tension in him released. His mouth fell open with the subtle sigh, and he rolled his hips as he panted, "Keep it in your mouth." Fenris let go of his Master's cock as he felt the gush of bitter fluid, and spread his fingers on Danarius' stomach to steady himself. The fluid hung hot on his tongue, and he suckled up off the sensitive, red head, to glance up with expectant eyes. "Kiss him." "I-" Anders cut his words off as the elf turned to him, and blushed at the apples as he leaned back into his bound hands. Fenris clasped his neck, and their lips meshed, the fluid shared as their tongues entwined. Closing his eyes, Anders groaned despite himself, exhaling out his nose as his manhood throbbed harder against his thigh. "Good," Danarius said, watching them with a more even gaze as he flapped his robes closed. He was on his feet with surprising ease, and shifted the chair back behind his desk. Fenris broke the kiss, watching Anders as he slowly opened his eyes and exhaled. The mage's eyes were glossy. Another man's seed on his tongue, and the scent of lyrium heady against him. "You will share a bed with Fenris, here," Danarius motioned into the ancillary chamber. "I cannot trust you on your own.
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