A/N: So, I’ve been playing some Dragon Age 2, and I have to say that I LOVE the character Fenris. Not only do I find his voice very swoon worthy, I just think his character and backstory is very interesting. When I found out he could be a romantic interest, I was intrigued. I loved the rivalmance between him and my character, and wanted to put my own spin on their romantic scene. The scene also has my own ending. Hope you all enjoy! :)
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MEMORIES
It had been a long day, and Lilith Hawke just wanted to lay down and sleep. Between helping her companions with their problems, as well as protecting and looking after her mother, she barely had time for herself. She usually didn’t mind helping people, but that day had been particularly brutal.
Fenris had confronted his past, and after the fight with Hadriana, had taken off so suddenly, it worried Hawke. She had not been hurt by his yelling; it was something she had expected. She still had stopped by his mansion on the way home, but he was not there, and it hadn’t look like he had been there since the morning. Bidding goodnight to Anders and Varric, Hawke yawned loudly as she opened the door of her estate. The lights in the hall were dimmed, and at first glance, the front hall seemed empty.
However, as Hawke walked further in, a flash of white caught her eye. She stopped in the doorway as her eyes narrowed in on Fenris. He was sitting on a one of her benches, very still, his chin resting on his hand, his narrowed eyes trained on the floor. Hawke, not sure what his state of mind was or how he would react, approached him cautiously.
After a few moments, he looked up at her, his hair falling into his large, bright eyes, which stared into her emerald green ones. “I’ve been thinking about what happened with Hadriana,” he said in his deep, commanding voice as he stood. He paced for a bit before continuing. “You and I don’t always see eye to eye. That doesn’t mean you deserve my anger. I owe you an apology.”
Hawke didn’t want to upset him further, so she chose her words carefully. “I had no idea where you went,” she said softly. “I was worried about you.”
Fenris sighed and looked away for a moment. “I needed to be alone,” he said, turning fully away from her. “When I was still a slave, Hadriana was a torment.” His voice grew harsh as he said her name. “She would ridicule me, deny my meals, hound my sleep; because of her status I was powerless to respond, and she knew it! The thought of her slipping out of my grasp now…” He sighed heavily and turned back to Hawke. “I couldn’t let her go. I wanted to…but I couldn’t.”
Hawke frowned, crossing her arms. “You clearly weren’t thinking about finding your family when you did it,” she said, allowing her disapproval of his actions show. He had told her that he wanted to know about his past, and when he had had the chance, he had blown it. He had said he would spare the woman’s life and then killed her without thinking twice.
Fenris’s eyes narrowed angrily and his voice became sharp. “And what would you have me do?” he asked icily. “Hadriana came after me! I have never had the option to simply walk away. Am I supposed to forgive no matter how many times they hunt me down? Am I suppose to forget all the things they’ve done to me?”
Hawke was not listening to his excuses. “If you’re wondering why you can’t move on, this is it,” she said back, just as sharply.
Fenris glared heavily at her. “Yes, this is it,” he said, his voice dripping with distain. “Why can I not grasp something so simple? It’s a sickness this hate! This dark growth inside me that I can’t ever get rid of…and they put it there!” He growled in frustration and looked away from Hawke once again. They were silent for a few minutes, the air thick with tension. Finally Fenris spoke again, this time his voice softer. “This isn’t why I came here.”
He turned to go, but Hawke wasn’t finished speaking to him. She still had many questions and she wanted to settle the situation once and for all. “So you’re just going to leave?” she asked, grabbing his arm.
To her surprise, Fenris spun around and grabbed her shoulders, shoving her roughly against the wall. The markings on his skin glowed brightly, as he bared his teeth and brought his face dangerously close to hers. His piercing eyes seemed to stare right into her soul and Hawke was suddenly overcome with a rush of mixed emotions. She could feel electricity radiating off him and she reacted without thinking.
Hawke mashed her lips against Fenris’s, biting his lower lip as she kissed him harshly. She had been going back and forth between wanting to hurt him or touch him, and she no longer had any self control. Everything about him drove her crazy and she wanted to experience all of him. She expected him to pull away, braced for it even, but as usual he surprised her. Growling savagely, Fenris tightened his grip on her shoulders and kissed her back just as harshly, pressing his body right against hers.
Hawke moaned into his mouth and grabbed his arms, pushing him away briefly, only to spin them around. Fenris’s back slammed into the wall and he let out a slight shout, before his mouth was covered with Hawke’s once more. He no longer had any control either it seemed. His hand came to rest on the back of her neck, catching painfully on the small hairs back there because of his gauntlets. Hawke didn’t care, but his armor was preventing her from touching him like she wanted.
Ripping her mouth away from his, she pulled his hands away, only to grip one of them tightly. Without speaking, she pulled him through the front hall and up the stairs. They needed to get to her room immediately. He did not resist her. In fact he matched her pace perfectly and as they entered her room, he slammed the door behind them. As Hawke turned to lock the door, Fenris removed his gauntlets, tossing the down carelessly. The second the lock clicked, Fenris grabbed her arms roughly and pulled her so her back was against his chest.
She winced as the metal of his armor jabbed her, but she couldn’t help but moan as Fenris’s mouth attacked her neck, kissing, sucking and scratching her with his teeth. She had never been one for rough sex, but every move Fenris made had her body screaming for more. She whimpered slightly before she pulled away and turned to him. Pressing her lips to his once again, she slipped her tongue into his mouth as she fumbled with the buckles and straps of his armor.
Fenris petted her tongue with his own as he struggled to undo his armor without breaking the kiss. He had to pull away to remove the armor on his chest, and as he did, she reached up and removed the band that held her hair up. Her tresses fell to her shoulders in dark waves. Her eyes were wide and dancing with excitement, while her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were puffy from kissing. Fenris thought she looked incredible and reached for her once more.
Tongues danced and hands felt around, removing the rest of Fenris’s armor. It didn’t take long for him to be stripped down to his smallclothes and Hawke ran her hands over the exposed flesh, pulling him flush against her. He growled once more, his hands gripping the fabric of her clothes frustratingly. He pulled away from their kissing, narrowed his eyes, and the markings on his skin began to glow blue. Before Hawke could question him, she heard a loud rip, and suddenly found herself with much less clothing than she had a moment before.
She gasped in surprise and she felt herself grow wetter. She had never been so aroused before and she took a moment to study Fenris’s body. While he was thin, like most elves, he was surprisingly muscular and toned. But Hawke found her eyes following his markings. They stood out against his tan skin and she ached to touch them…to touch him. Likewise, Fenris was examining Hawke’s curvy frame. His eyes raked up and down her body, taking in the view with a hungry expression.
He bared his teeth at her, and grabbed her, pulling her with him. Crossing the room in two strides, Fenris moved Hawke in front of him before pushing her onto the bed, catching her by surprise. Without missing a beat, he straddled her waist and tore the fabric that made up her bra. Her breasts were bare for him to see now, and they were full and round, her nipples hardened from arousal and the chill of the room. Fenris grabbed her breasts and squeezed, causing Hawke to arch her back and moan loudly.
“I enjoy the noises you make,” Fenris said in a low voice, his eyes never leaving the young woman’s face. His hands squeezed her breasts once more, before his thumbs slid tantalizingly across her sensitive pink buds. “I want you to continue making them.” Hawke was beyond words and simply whimpered at his touch.
Fenris bent down and latched his mouth to one of her nipples, sucking on it roughly before slightly grazing it with his teeth. Hawke’s hands flew into his white hair, gripping tightly as she felt a jolt of pleasure rush through her body and pool into her loins. She was soaking wet and he hadn’t even touched her down there yet. She didn’t know how much longer she would last.
Pulling his mouth away from her nipple, Fenris slid up the rest of her body, until his forehead was pressed against hers, his fingers teasing the nipple he had just stimulated with his mouth. His mouth sought hers, needing to taste her. His arousal was hard and ready. He had not done such acts with anyone when he was a slave, and he could not remember his life before so he could not be certain this was his first time with a woman. But Fenris knew what his body wanted and he listened to it intently.
With Hawke’s help, he pushed his smallclothes down, and off, allowing his arousal to spring free. It pressed persistently against Hawke, whose hand closed around it immediately. Her grip was tight and her fingers skilled as she stroked him to his fullest. Fenris let himself groan loudly, his lips grazing Hawke’s and his hips moving along with her hand. He needed and wanted to return the favor, so he slipped his hand into her smallclothes, gasping at the moisture he felt.
She was just as aroused as he was, and she made his fingers slick with her juices as he began to stroke the small nub he found. He attached his mouth to her neck, sucking and biting. He briefly wondered if he was being too rough, but Hawke did not seemed to mind. She let out the most erotic grunt he had ever heard, and her grip tightened on his throbbing cock.
“Y-You better be ready –ugh–” Hawke broke off and groaned. She tugged on his cock. “b-be ready to fuck me, Fenris.”
Fenris couldn’t help smirking as her bluntness and he ached for her even more. He kept stroking the flesh between her legs. “In due time,” he hissed, his fingers exploring her soft folds. He found her hole with the tip of his finger and slid the digit in with one fluid motion.
Hawke, not expecting such a move, let out a loud shriek. The hand that had not been stroking Fenris flew up to tangle in his hair. She bit her lip and tossed her head back, allowing Fenris to have more access to her neck. She had not been with a man in many years and had to forced herself to relax and accept his finger. Fenris attacked her neck and began to move his finger roughly in and out of Hawke’s soaking wet hole. She was making the most intoxicating whimpering noises that Fenris had ever heard.
He wanted her to make more, and he wanted to feel more of her. He slid a second finger in, and he felt her tense immediately. Trailing his kisses up her neck and along her jaw, he pressed his forehead against hers once more. Her eyes fluttered open and they were like large, green orbs. Fenris kept moving his fingers in and out of her, reveling in how coated they were in her arousal. He began to stroke her clit with his thumb and Hawke became reduced to a sweating, rutting, mumbling mass.
“Maker, Fenris,” she hissed. His name had never sounded so erotic to him before. “Don’t keep me waiting! Fuck me!”
Withdrawing his fingers, Fenris pulled away slightly. “Not yet,” he growled, crawling down the bed.
Hawke let out a frustrated growl and sat up, resting on her elbows. “Why the hell not?!” she snapped. But Fenris did not respond. He grabbed her smallclothes ripped them off of her before he pushed her legs apart, slid his hands under her backside to lift her, and attacked her soaking wet folds with his mouth. Another unexpected move from him that left her breathless, and when she did catch her breath, Hawke screamed. She did not cover her mouth or try to stifle her noises in any way. She bent her legs to steady her body before she grabbed Fenris’s hair.
She wasn’t going to last. His tongue was not only teasing her clit, but also pushing deep inside her. His mouth was all over her and she needed his cock immediately. “NOW!” she exclaimed. “PLEASE!”
He had never had a woman beg him for pleasure (that he knew of) and he was not going to disappoint her. As good as she tasted, he reluctantly pulled his mouth away and licked his lips. He was ready to explode as well and he was so hard, it hurt. Lowering her bottom half, he grabbed her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head, laying his full body on top of her. He could feel the wetness and heat of her opening against his cock and he rubbed against it, groaning. He would not keep either of them waiting.
With his other hand, he nudged her legs farther apart, took hold of himself, and entered her in one quick motion. Both let out savage yells as they finally reached the moment they had been waiting for. Fenris was completely overwhelmed and remained still for a few moments, his chest heaving as he used his shaking hand to hold himself up. Hawke was whimpering and biting her lip, but she too remained still, her wrists still pinned down.
When Fenris began to move, there was no stopping him. His hips were pumping wildly, and his grip on Hawke’s wrist was tight. She wrapped her legs around his slender frame and began to meet the thrust of his hips with her own. Nothing could be heard except their heavy breathing, and the slapping of their skin. Fenris could not control his movements and he punctuated each thrust with a loud grunt.
Hawke arched into him, flexing her fingers and trying to pull her hands out of his grasp. She wanted to touch him. Fenris could feel her hands moving and he released his grip. He tangled his fingers into her soft hair. Her hands flew to his back and he could feel her nails scratching him. He winced and yelled as she scraped one of his markings. Her hands stilled and her mouth sought his, in an apologetic kiss.
One of her hands slipped into his hair, and the other softly rubbed the spot she had scratched. He melted into her touch, the pain immediately slipping away. When she felt him relax, Hawke began tracing his markings with her fingers.
Fenris was growing closer with every thrust, and he could feel how soaking wet his cock was. Every time he pulled away, she pulled him back in with her own thrusts. In that moment he felt he belonged right there, buried deep inside the intriguing woman beneath him. They were both sweating profusely and Fenris knew he was minutes away from unraveling.
He adjusted his hips for a more comfortable angle, when Hawke let out a shriek louder than her previous ones. Her eyes were wide and she seemed surprised. Fenris knew what had just happened and sent every thrust from that point on to that spot.
Hawke began shaking, and her grip on him grew tighter. The bed was moving back and forth and Hawke had a brief moment where she wondered if it would break. She didn’t care however and continued to meet Fenris’s thrusts.
She was so close.
Fenris could feel his orgasm building and if his eyes weren’t shut tight, he would have noticed his markings were glowing brighter as he got closer. Hawke’s eyes were shut as well and she blindly sought Fenris’s mouth. Their kisses were sloppy as their bodies rocked against each other’s. Fenris couldn’t hold back anymore and he threw his head back as he came, exploding into the sweating, and moaning woman below him. The room was flooded with blue light for a moment, before the light coming from Fenris’s markings slowly faded.
Seconds after his orgasm, Hawke trembled against him and he felt a rush of wetness against his softening cock as she called out his name.
OoOoO She groggily awoke and yawned, not even remembering when she had fallen asleep. Months of sexual tension had built up into one amazing encounter and her body buzzed happily. Keeping her eyes close, Hawke rolled onto her side, reaching for Fenris. All she found were cool bed sheets, and her eyes flew open. She sat up and looked around the room, sighing with relief as she saw him standing by the fireplace.
His back was to her; he was still completely nude. She saw him look to the side, eyeing his pile of clothes pointedly.
Hawke knew he was going to leave, and felt her heart sink. “Was it that bad?” she asked softly.
Fenris turned to her, his eyebrows knitted together. “I’m sorry. It’s not…” he paused for a moment. “It was fine.” Hawke felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment and she looked away, but Fenris spoke quickly. “No, that is insufficient.”
He crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, taking her hand. Looking at her with his piercing eyes, he gave her a small smile. “It was better than anything I could have dreamed.”
Hawke smiled back, placing her hand on top of his. She wondered if he was in pain. “Your markings…they hurt don’t they?” she asked.
Fenris sighed and shook his head. “It’s not that,” he said, pulling away from her touch and standing. He wandered to the fireplace again and began to pace. “I began to remember my life before. Just flashes.” He seemed to be talking to himself more than Hawke. “It’s too much. This is too fast. I cannot do this.”
Hawke immediately got off the bed, but he legs were weaker than she had thought and she stumbled slightly. Fenris was at her side in a second and caught her. Hawke smiled at him, placing her hand on his cheek for a moment, before tucking his hair behind his ear. She let her fingers lightly drift down his pointed ear, earning a small shiver. She was confused as to why he was so scared of his memories.
“Don’t you want to get your memories back?” she asked.
Fenris frowned and pulled away from her abruptly, walking towards his armor. “Perhaps you don’t realize how upsetting this is! I’ve never remembered anything, and to have it all come back in a rush only to lose it…” he said, bending down and picking up his clothing. “I can’t…I can’t.”
Hawke crossed the room after him. She needed to stop him; she didn’t want him to leave. “We can work through this!” she exclaimed.
Fenris held his armor and turned to her. She had never seen such sadness and guilt in his eyes before. “I’m sorry. I feel like such a fool,” he said, shaking his head. “All I wanted was to be happy, just for a little while.” He took a deep breath and his expression hardened. “This should never have happened in the first place. Forgive me.”
He turned to go but Hawke, for once, was quicker. She ran past him and stood in front of the door, blocking his path. “Look,” she said. “You can’t just come barging in here, have sex with me and then try to-” She took a shaky breath and paused for a moment. Her thoughts were going through her head quickly and she tried to think of a way for him to stay. She looked at the clock on her mantel. “Listen, it’s only midnight. Don’t leave. Not now. I understand that you are overwhelmed, but, don’t go. Stay at least for the rest of the night. If you want to leave in the morning, fine. But for my sake, give me the rest of this evening.”
Fenris was silent, his eyes narrowed as he studied her. She had bruises around her thighs and wrists. Her neck was covered with bite marks, and her bottom lip was bruised and cut in one spot. He may have been too rough, but she had not complained; she had taken everything he had given her, with pleasure. She had basked in the afterglow of their sexual encounter before she had been lulled into her brief nap. He had remembered how it had felt to be inside of her and to have her kisses raining all over his face as she touched him, to hold her as she began to drift off…
Part of him was telling him to go, but a larger part of him was urging him to stay. “You will let me go in the morning?” he asked. “And let me figure this out?”
“Yes,” Hawke promised. “I will not stop you, or push you any further. But for now…” she sighed again as her voice caught in her throat. “Please, Fenris. Stay with me.”
He looked into her eyes and knew he could not deny her wish. He dumped his armor to the side and stepped towards her, pulling her into his arms. Gently this time, he caught her lips in a kiss, massaging them with his own, his hand running through her soft hair. She wrapped her arms around him and led him to the bed this time, deciding to make the most of the first, and maybe last, evening together.
OoOoO A/N: I personally like my ending better. It’s still bittersweet, but at least Hawke gets some more loving. I may do one later with Female Hawke and Anders. Please review!
