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Adult +
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Chapter 6
Thank you very much for the lovely reviews and comments! Now for some short angst and smut . *Crap, that is so embarrassing. It reformatted everything. Fixed it! Thank you for telling me! :( The nightmares were always there. I could not stop them. Neither could Justice. In the Fade, as a Grey Warden, there was nothing I could do but bear it. The demons screamed, smelling of death. I heard Fenris calling my name, and I watched as he got further and further from me, the horde swallowing me up. I was frozen. My body rigid, the grotesque darkspawn biting and tearing into me. I could not scream, nothing came out but silence.
" Anders!" This was louder, and a sharp pain in my face finally roused me from my sleep.
I was curled up tightly into myself, Fenris holding me tightly by the shoulders. My vision sharpened and I saw what actually seemed like concern on his face. He sighed as he saw I was awake, closing his eyes and frowning.
" Sorry, sometimes I sleep heavily," I said, trying to smile despite the bile building in my throat at the haunting images.
" You were doing more than that. What in Thedas is wrong with you? You always toss and turn. Sometimes you whimper. It is disconcerting," he stated, a flush on his face as he looked into my eyes intensely.
" It's the burden of the darkspawn blood. Grey Wardens. We have to live with it. It is not something I can control. I did not mean to alarm you," I uttered, reaching out to touch his face.
He jerked away, annoyed. He huffed, looking away from me for a moment, but then turned back around to gently wipe some tears from my eyes. I was not aware that I had been crying in my sleep, again.
" One should not have to weep while they slumber," he said bluntly.
For the way he was looking at me, his fingers were gentle. I was beginning to wonder if he had actually been worried. Perhaps that was why he was so irritated.
" I'm fine. I'm used to it," I said, trying to reassure him.
He ran a hand through his hair.
" I'm hungry. Would you like something to eat?" he asked, obviously trying to distract himself from showing any sort of affection for me.
I smiled softly, amused at his antics.
" Sure, that would be nice," I answered, and he nodded, leaving me there on the bed.
I calmed my breathing down, letting myself remember that reality was mostly better than my nightmares. I looked around the room and decided to pick up some of the bottles and set them aside, tidying up a little bit. I walked over to the letter, narrowing my eyes for a moment. I was not aware that Fenris could read. The last time I checked, he could not.
Perhaps someone had taught him. I smiled to myself as I thought about him glaring at Varric or Hawke as they tried to teach him. Maker forbid Isabella tried to teach him with her 'friend fiction'. I picked it up, looking it over.
"She is alive and well. I have kept an eye on her, and she does not seem to be under the former employ of M.D. I will provide more intricate information when I receive it. I will also send word about her,soon. Thank you for your business."
My eyes widened. He had been busy. I could understand why he would be so obsessed with it. If I had forgotten everything that had happened to me before I merged with Justice, I would be desperate to talk to anyone who might know. I wondered if his sister was anything like him.
Broody and cold?
Part of me also wondered what she looked like, if she could possibly be as beautiful as him.
I doubted it.
But maybe I was just biased.
Fenris came back up, a platter in hand. A couple slices of cheese and apples lay next to a loaf of bread. He had also brought another bottle of wine, as well as two goblets. I thought about protesting about the drinking, but I felt like I needed the haze after waking up feeling disgusting. I smiled, setting the letter down.
He put the tray down on the bed, then came over and snatched the letter from me, but handled it like it was made of glass. He tucked it under a book and sat down on the bed.
" I am sorry. I was curious. I did not know you could read," I apologized, feeling like I might have violated his privacy.
He sighed.
" Varric taught me after our journey to the Deep Roads. It was not hard," he stated, pushing some cheese into his mouth.
I nodded, looking away. I grabbed up some of the food myself, and we ate in silence for what seemed like forever. Finally, he set the platter aside, sitting down next to me on the bed.
" I do not even remember what she looks like," he almost whispered.
" How pathetic. I can remember other horrible things when I am with you, but not the things that mattered."
I did not know what to say to that. I wanted to embrace him and just tell him that everything was alright. We would find his sister. Things would be better. Things would be good.
" You remember. I do not know if I even want to know what it was like before the burns. Perhaps most of it is best left forgotten," he said, sighing and looking out the window.
It was very early in the morning, the sun only barely lighting up the dark sky.
" I do not think I could live without knowing what it was like before Justice. Even though the Circle was rather bothersome, things were normal. Well, as normal as they could be. I don't remember my mother and father, either. They gave me away as soon as they discovered I had magical ability. The sods. If I did not have the good memories of messing around the Circle and fighting along side the Grey Warden Commander, I would be a sad, sad man," I uttered, looking into his eyes to figure out what he was thinking.
He nodded. Then he surprised me by leaning over and catching my lips in his own, hands crawling up to my shoulders. I closed my eyes, letting my hand gently press the back of his head.
" Stop talking," he breathed against my mouth, pushing me down on the bed.
" Mmm," I whimpered into his mouth, fine with enjoying him taking charge.
His hands fiddled with my robes, undoing the straps that were not already loose. He pulled my coat off, then lifted my robes over my head. I sighed in pleasure, smirking as he straddled me on the large bed. It was a mix of passion and softness. I could feel his desperation, both in his kisses and pressed against my waist. He rubbed his hips against mine, my fingers fumbling with the laces on his trousers. He hissed as I brushed his rock hard erection, kissing me more frantically.
I slowly wiggled the pants down his legs, freeing his cock from the confines of the leather. He kicked them off, pressing the solid length against my clothed one. I groaned out as he squeezed his erection against mine, skin hot and twitching. His tattoos were starting to give off a more visible glow. I pushed my hips up against him again and again, hearing a husky growl escape his throat. He roughly pulled my underclothes off, my cock bouncing back against my lower stomach.
He grabbed both of our hard lengths in his hand, crushing them together and pumping his fist up and down. I arched against him, throwing my head back in bliss as the lyrium tickled as well as the sensitive skin. He moaned out to me, looking intently into my eyes, face flushed in pleasure and desire. I reached up and kissed him, his mouth meeting mine hungrily with teeth and tongue. I broke the kiss, looking up into pine green eyes as I caught my breath. I pressed a hand to his face, to which he leaned into, eyes half closing as his chest heaved.
" Fenris?" I whispered.
He breathed heavily, eyes snapping to mine. His gaze answered me, instead of words, full of euphoria and affection.
" May I take you?"