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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Dragon_Age_II, Dragon_Age_(Video_Games)
  Relationship:
      Fenris/Male_Hawke, Fenris/Hawke
  Character:
      Fenris_(Dragon_Age), Male_Hawke, Hawke_(Dragon_Age), Isabela_(Dragon
      Age), Anders_(Dragon_Age), Merrill_(Dragon_Age), Sebastian_Vael, Aveline
      Vallen, Varric_Tethras, Danarius
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Omegaverse, omega_fenris, alpha_hawke, tribal
      au, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-con, Deception,
      Hand_Jobs, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Facials, Knotting, Non-Consensual_Drug
      Use, Implied/Referenced_Underage_Sex, Attempted_Rape/Non-Con
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-07 Completed: 2016-10-13 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 35102
****** Bound By Lies ******
by The_Tevinter_Biscuit
Summary
     Raised as a beta, it's only when Fenris gets separated from the rest
     of the hunters that his first heat arrives. He's certain that he's as
     good as dead, that is until a large man and his dog end up saving his
     life.
Notes
     I promise that I'm working on Tainted! This is just a momentary
     diversion...enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Health *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Hot. Everything was unbearably hot. Fenris clawed at the strap holding his
sword on his back and fumbled with the clasps until it clattered onto the
ground. He exhaled softly, leaning against the bark of the tree behind him and
ignoring the discomfort of the hard wood. His knees threatened to buckle,
cheeks burning, he held onto the tree for some kind of leverage. The fire in
his stomach was overwhelming, igniting desire. Fenris wanted nothing more than
to tear every piece of clothing from his burning body.
Managing to compose a bit of dignity, he swallowed a breath and looked around
for some kind of sign or familiar landmark. Nothing. It had been days since
he’d seen Danarius and the rest of the hunting group. His body was weary; he
worried that he’d be in no condition to fight on an empty stomach and little
sleep. It wasn’t a secret that these woods were dangerous, it had been why they
went as a pack in the first place. He huffed. He thought he knew where he was
going. Would they still be looking for him? He sunk to the ground and into
something uncomfortably wet but he ignored it for now. He could start a fire,
he supposed, but that could draw attention from the beasts just as much as it
could help him find his tribe. Truly, he wondered if he would make it through
the night. This overbearing heat in his body wasn’t helping at all either,
sweat gathering in beads on his forehead. It hadn’t been this hot earlier.
A throbbing on his calf reminded him of the dull wound that had caused him to
part in the first place. He felt tempted to remove the makeshift bandage of
cloth and take a look but he shook the thought away. He could do that when he
was in a safer spot. It wasn’t that bad anyway, infection was what he had to
worry about most since he was away from the tribe.
Grunt.
There was a shuffle in the trees. Fenris sharply inhaled, snapping his head up,
and reached for his sword. He held it out in front of him in an act of defence.
Why now? Of all times to get attacked, it had to be now while he was down. He
supposed that’s how it always happened – just his luck. He couldn’t think
straight, eyes darting around and following the movement in the bushes across
from him on the other side of the clearing. His toes curled in the grass. Did
it know he was here? He was the Imperium’s prized hunter! He couldn’t die here!
Erupting from between the trees, a large bronto puffed at him. Fenris scrambled
to his feet, struggling to push himself up on his shaky legs. He had to focus
on the animal and not on the fire in his gut. It huffed and puffed, grinding
its foot against the dirt. If he was slow, steady movements wouldn’t alarm the
beast, he could perhaps shuffle his way away from the bronto. A wrong move and
it would surely tear him into pieces. He lowered his sword carefully, trying to
show that he meant no harm. The bronto grunted. His heart rate picked up, he
couldn’t think of any way this situation could be worse.
As if the Maker himself has heard his plea for help, a wild mabari leaped from
his side of the clearing and tackled the bronto baring its teeth. It bit into
the side of the beast’s neck causing it to howl in pain. Following the dog, a
tall man ran onto the scene. He grabbed hold of the staff-blade on his back and
aided in taking down the bronto with puffs of fire. He was careful not to hit
the mabari with the flames. Fenris’s eyes widened as he watched; the bronto was
taken down with an unfair amount of ease. It lay crippled on its side, blood
spilling from the open wounds and charred skin. The mysterious man wiped the
sweat from his forehead and put his weapon back on his back. The mabari hopped
off the corpse of the bronto and ran up to the man, presumably his owner then.
It jumped up, placing his paws on the man’s hair-ridden chest and slobbered
over him. The man laughed, petting the dog’s head and lightly pushing him back
on all fours.
“There’s a good boy Biscuit, a whole bronto today!” the man cheered, presumably
Ferelden by his accent. Fenris worried for his own life, this man could surely
kill him too, he stood no chance against mages and he’d heard plenty of things
from Danarius about Ferelden savages- wait, Biscuit? He called his war
dog…Biscuit?
The man turned to look at him. Fenris swallowed roughly. Amber eyes, his face
covered in thick, coarse facial hair, he looked almost…remarkable covered in a
slight layer of sweat. A red swipe lay across the bridge of his nose, blood
perhaps? He was tall and muscular for a mage; he looked like he could probably
pick up that dead bronto and carry its corpse a mile over his shoulder. And he
could…smell him? He smelt good. What was that? It was musky almost but not
unpleasant. Regardless, whenever he inhaled it was only increasing the burning
in his body and making his legs cave.
“I thought I could smell an omega in heat, are you okay? What are you doing out
here?” he asked. Fenris’s eyes bulged. What was he talking about?
“I am no helpless omega, mage!” Fenris snapped.
The man then had the nerve to laugh at him. Fenris grit his teeth but panicked
when he moved steadily towards him. He shuffled impossibly closer to the tree
as the man towered over him. He leant his strong arm above him on the bark
followed by a long inhale. Fenris glanced behind him, was there a quick exit?
Anything to get him away from this…this…savage! He was no omega to be preyed
upon! He must’ve realised he was weak, but to take advantage of a beta while
he’s down? Truly a savage! He wouldn’t do such a thing, would he? He had no
place looking for sex or romance, he was a warrior. He wasn’t going to let some
mysterious mage take that away from him! Oh but what if he asked for some kind
of repayment for saving his life? Fenris shook the thought.
“Hmmm… Nope! You’re definitely an omega,” he said baring a grin and backing
away from him slightly. “You should count yourself lucky it was me who found
you, most alphas would ravish a handsome little omega like you in celebration
of their kill.”
He’d truly had enough of this man. He grabbed him by the scruff of the loose
scarf around his neck and flipped their positions, pinning the man against the
tree where he had been. His sword had been forgotten but that was okay, hastily
Fenris grabbed the knife from the sheath tied around his thigh and held it
against the man’s jugular.
“Oooh kinky…” the man snickered, holding his hands up by his shoulders in
defeat. Biscuit, the mabari, growled. Fenris turned to look at the war dog,
obviously unpleased by the threatening of its master. The man seemed to notice
the dog’s hostility. “Biscuit, it’s okay, he’s just scared. Calm down boy.”
Listening to his owner, Biscuit whined and backed down. He clambered over by
the man’s side, nuzzling at his leg and panting heavily. Fenris furrowed his
eyebrows, not only was he in a bad place, he could easily be overpowered by
this man and his dog. It was a tough situation. He was in no condition to fight
but yet, who knew what would happen if he didn’t defend himself? Clearly this
guy thought he was an omega! As if! Danarius would’ve told him if he was…right?
Besides, he’d never experienced a heat and he was 18! It was practically
unheard of.
“What do you want?” he demanded. The man raised his eyebrows at him.
“How about we put the weapons away for starters?” he suggested. Fenris sighed,
hesitantly taking the blade away from the man’s neck and placing it back in its
holder. He took a step back and allowed the man to move away from the tree and
rub at the soreness on his back from the wood. “Let’s start with introductions
shall we? I’m Hawke, and you are?”
Fenris paused. Was it safe to tell him who he was? The man, Hawke, was looking
at him expectantly. He answered; “Fenris.”
“Okay…Where are you from Fenris?” he questioned.
“The Imperium.”
“Ah.”
“And you are…Ferelden I take it.”
“Wow just because I have a mabari does not- Oh you mean the accent don’t you?”
he faltered. Fenris almost wanted to laugh. Biscuit barked in response, wagging
his tail heavily disturbing all of the dirt beneath him. “Well we can make time
for more questions later, you’re in heat and that’s dangerous in a place like
this. It doesn’t seem like you’ve gotten to the full brunt of it yet so you
should get outa here. Let me take you back to my camp it’s not far. I’ll take a
look at that leg of yours too.”
Fenris was about to protest once again about his poor judgment as to him being
an omega but when he mentioned his leg, he drew his gaze downcast at his
makeshift bandage. It would be nice to have somewhere safe to rest. Hawke could
surely protect him while he was malnourished and injured, just as he had done
from the wild bronto. It seemed like he didn’t have much of a choice by this
point. He didn’t know how far he was from his tribe or whether he could make it
back there alone, not in his condition.
“Why would you help me?” Fenris suggested. It did seem…strange.
“It’s my duty as an alpha to look after omega, you must know that. Now come on,
dusk will fall soon,” he answered. Fenris heard his own stomach growl. “And you
seem hungry.”
Before he could protest, Hawke approached him and lifted him off his feet. He
squawked in indignation as he was hauled over the mage’s shoulder like a sack
of potatoes. Mumbled curses and vulgarities spilled from his lips as he
struggled upon him but he was kept against Hawke’s body with his iron grip. He
flushed in embarrassment, swinging his legs around and was rewarded with a firm
slap on the ass. A moan slipped from him at the contact, when Hawke laughed he
swore he was going to die from heat exhaustion and humiliation. He couldn’t
seem to explain why he was growing steadily more aroused at the heady scent of
the man carrying him. He pondered whether he could truly be an omega and this
was his heat, it did seem to add up but…that was impossible! Why would Danarius
keep that from him? How had he never had a heat until now?
Hawke carried him through the trees of the woods after picking up Fenris’s
sword which had been abandoned on the floor, Biscuit following along behind
them. He’d given up fighting it; there was no way Hawke was going to let him go
now. What if he was an omega and what if Hawke was carrying to a camp full of
alpha ready to defile him? How could he possibly know whether that was Hawke’s
intention either? The idea of the broad man pinning him down and mounting him
only furthered his arousal. Impossible! Why was his body telling him such
things? Hawke must’ve been able to feel his erection pressing against his
shoulder yet he paid no mind to it.
 
It was a tiresome journey yet when Hawke had said it wasn’t too far, he was
correct. In the distance, Fenris could smell smoke which was usually a good
indication of life in the woods. He attempted to turn and look at what was in
front of them, spotting a relatively small camp filled with makeshift huts and
a campfire burning in the middle. A couple people were dotted around the
campsite.
“Hawke!” a young woman with dark skin stood up from the campfire. Hawke grinned
at her, waving with his spare hand. Biscuit approached the fire and curled up
beside the heat. “What on Earth have you got there?”
“Isabela it’s just an omega,” he told her, glancing at Fenris who grunted.
Isabela raised her eyebrows suggestively. “No, I haven’t been mating with
strange omegas on the road I assure you. I went berry-picking for Anders and
found him about to get mauled by a bronto. Speaking of which,”
Hawke unclasped a small pouch from his belt and tossed it towards Isabela who
caught it and peered inside.
“Give these to Anders so he can finish. Tell him to come see me when he’s done
and to bring some of that leftover soup. I’ll need a healer to look at his
leg,” he gestured to Fenris. Isabela nodded. Fenris squirmed insistently on
Hawke’s shoulder. He walked over to one of the huts. “I’ll be here if you need
me.”
Isabela called out an “Okay!” as he entered the hut. Fenris was just glad to be
placed down on a blanket on the floor. Danarius probably presumed him dead by
now. His tribe must’ve been back at camp by now, there’s no way they would’ve
survived being out in the wild this long even if they had spent time looking
for him. He’d had to run or he’d have been dead for sure, he just hadn’t
expected to get so far away from the group and to never find his way back. With
a sigh, he watched Hawke remove his weaponry and sit in front of him. It was
hard to think clearly with Hawke’s presence and the insistency of his arousal.
It wasn’t as if he’d never been aroused before, just not like this, never like
this. He needed some kind of release or he surely was going to pop. While Hawke
was here, while he was at this camp, there was no chance of that happening.
“That must be painful huh?” Hawke’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He
was talking about his erection wasn’t he? Fenris shuffled his legs together,
shying away from prying eyes. Hawke shuffled closer to him and put a careful
hand on his knee. “Do you want me to help you?”
Help him? The image of Hawke pressing into his body and filling him up with his
knot fluttered through his mind. No, why would he think that? He wasn’t an
omega! He didn’t want to be bred like a common bitch!
“I-I don’t need your help!” he exclaimed but the stutter only caused Hawke to
laugh and shake his head.
“Listen, I’m not about to mate with you or somethin’, whatever it is you’re
thinking,” he remarked. Fenris’s cheeks darkened. He gradually parted his legs
a little. “Just offer some relief. It’ll make you feel better and we can have a
civil conversation once you can think straight for a few hours. If you…want me
to stop, just say so and I will.”
It was a tempting offer. As Hawke’s hand slid along his inner thigh he found it
hard to move. He pulled the belt away from his hips and carefully slipped his
fingers beneath the waistband of the cloth over his legs. The other hand
steadied him by grasping the bare skin on his waist. Fenris groaned lowly in
his throat as Hawke’s large palm encircled the shaft of his cock. He couldn’t
tell him no, his body wanted this, he needed this. Hawke’s lips grazed over his
neck as he steadily moved his hand along his cock, rubbing his thumb against
the reddened tip. He could feel the coarse brush of facial hair against his
sensitive skin. The mingling of smells was intoxicating, Fenris found himself
grabbing loosely onto Hawke’s shoulders, nails digging in as the pace of the
hand on him increased. His stomach tightened, realising it wouldn’t take him
long to reach orgasm.
Kissing him softly below the ear, he could’ve sworn he heard Hawke whispering
something to him but he couldn’t make it out what it was through the haze of
arousal. His legs trembled, threatening to close as his hips bucked upwards to
meet Hawke’s ministrations. He exhaled heavily through his nose, moans pouring
out of him like no tomorrow. It was unfamiliar, strange; he could hardly
recognise it was his own voice. Hawke wiped away the buds of precum dripping
from his tip.
Hawke had never truly recognised the extent of his self-control until this very
moment. Here he had a very aroused, very attractive omega beneath him, falling
apart under the movement of his hand on his cock. If he truly wished, in his
current condition, he could’ve thrown the warrior down and had his way with
him. He’d feel good around his cock, that tight, wet heat. Considering Fenris
hadn’t seemed to even realise he was an omega, which probably made him a virgin
right? Had anyone ever touched him like this before? He doubted it if that were
the case. He was the first alpha to wrap his hand around this beautiful cock
and draw out those lovely moans of pleasure. The Maker must’ve truly smiled
upon him. He was writhing beneath him, eyes glazed over with lust. He was no
barbarian; he would never take advantage of a helpless omega no matter what his
dick told him to do. Omegas were to be treasured. Though, Hawke had a bad
feeling that things were very different in the Imperium.
Shortly after, Fenris came with a cry. Hot white splattered onto his stomach
and his breath he found hard to catch. He glanced downwards, seeing the
remnants of his orgasm on his body. The afterglow cooled his body, he felt some
of the heat that had been burning his body from the inside fading away. Hawke
had been right; the orgasm had dulled the effects. He jerked back in surprise
as he saw Hawke lower himself.
“H-Hey what are you— Hawke!” he gasped when Hawke’s tongue lapped at the fluid
on his torso. He whimpered lowly. Soon enough it was all gone and the mage
raised his head, licking his lips and smiling at him.
“Feel better?” he asked, wiping any escaped drops with the back of his hand.
Fenris grimaced at the act but nodded. “I thought as much.”
Fenris palmed at the sweat that had gathered on his forehead. Now he’d
climaxed, it was like a breeze of cool air over his skin. It didn’t make any
logical sense. What would he do if he wasan omega? He knew what happened to
omegas back home. His virginity would no doubt be sold to the highest bidder,
or he’d be given away to some neighbouring tribe as an establishment of peace.
Either way, he’d be bred like a whore and at the mercy of an alpha’s command at
all times. He felt sorry them. However, he also knew that omegas were not
permitted to become hunters so what of him? People didn’t just become omegas,
they’re born that way. If all this wasn’t just some fluke fever or striking
illness, which seemed highly probable over the idea of him being an omega, why
would it have been kept from him? Why was he allowed to become a hunter?
Then, he recalled what Hawke had said earlier. It was his duty as an alpha to
look after omega. He wanted to snort with laughter, what kind of place was
Ferelden that he’d be taught something like that? He tucked himself away as he
heard Hawke exhale and fumbled for the belt that had been discarded.
“So you’ve never been in heat before?” Hawke started up a conversation. He had
mentioned that they’d talk more when Fenris’s libido had been…settled. It
seemed a little strange, first heats were always more intense but Fenris seemed
to cope well. Perhaps it was because at 18, a first heat was practically
unheard of. Else, Fenris was just unusually calm.
“I told you I am not an omega,” he responded and Hawke laughed. This man sure
found a lot of things funny, particularly finding interest in laughing at
things at his expense. Fenris still found himself a little bit of shock that
he’d let him touch him. He’d never been touched so intimately before now, only
taking pleasure in his own hand from time to time as a budding teenager. The
feel of his hand lingered on him however.
“You don’t really believe that do you? I’m an alpha; you don’t seriously think
I can’t tell? I know an omega’s scent from a mile away, especially one in heat.
So what is it, suppressants? Personally I’ve always thought that to be super
cruel, heats are natural there isn’t anything shameful about it!” Hawke
explained, throwing his arms around as he spoke.
Shaking his head, Fenris folded his arms over his chest. He’d never taken
anything weird as far as he was aware, nothing that would suppress his heat if
he were to supposedly have one. This whole situation was ridiculous but somehow
there was not the compelling urge to be back at home as he suspected there
would be. Hawke was a curious case; he wasn’t like anyone he’d met before. He
didn’t doubt the idea that he was an alpha. He was the spitting image of one
after all. He checked off all the boxes: tall, muscular, protective, all topped
off with that intoxicating smell. Fenris wanted to slam his face into the
nearest wall at the thought, why did he keep returning back to that thought?
He’d never thought that about a person until now but on the same hand, he
didn’t think he’d ever inhaled such an invigorating scent before either.
“It’s probably just a fever!” Fenris protested.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Look, I don’t know how to make you believe me but this
isn’t going to get any easier if you keep fighting it. Give yourself an hour or
two and I can guarantee you’ll be squirming on this floor again. You should at
least stick around until you’re heats over because you’re in no condition to go
anywhere until it is,” Hawke said, rising to his feet and brushing the dust off
his legs. “In the meantime, I’m going to check on Anders so he can look at your
leg. Also get some food in that belly of yours hmm?”
Pressing his lips together, he didn’t say anything as he watched Hawke leave
the hut. He’d not taken any of his weaponry with him; Fenris knew he was fully
capable of gathering it and starting an attack. However, he didn’t know how
many of them there were at this camp. It did seem relatively small but who
knows? The chances were that if they were all of similar ability to Hawke he
would be taken down once again. The heavy weight in his legs shot him down too.
It didn’t take long before there was rustling outside the hut. He looked around
for something to defend himself when a lanky blond man walked into the hut with
a pair of tired brown eyes and stubble littering his chin. He settled once
Hawke walked in after him holding a bowl. He could see the steam rising from it
and the smell of its contents made his stomach growl. He’d forgotten how hungry
he was. He walked over and handed Fenris the bowl.
“Eat up,” he chimed, smiling. Fenris peered into the bowl to look at the
contents within, chunks of meat swirling around in the thick liquid. There was
no way Hawke would poison or drug him at this point surely? He spared a glance
at Hawke before digging in. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the blond
man who threw a bag by his feet. “Fenris, this is Anders. He’s gonna take a
look at your leg,”
Anders made his way over and kneeled by his leg which he stretched out
hesitantly to show the red-stained cloth tied around it. Hawke hadn’t noticed
the amount of blood earlier, had he perhaps he would’ve made his leg his first
call. Fenris didn’t even seem particularly in pain, quite contentedly chewing
on the meat chunks in the soup and paying no mind to the injury. As Anders
edged closer and reached out to touch his leg, he jumped back a little
startled.
“Maker,” he gasped. “Hawke, you hadn’t told me you mated him! You can
reallysmell you on him!”
Hawke clicked his tongue.
“While I’m flattered you thought I could score, I haven’t mated with him. I
just offered some…relief because he’s in heat,” he informed him. Fenris huffed.
“You could’ve fooled me,” Anders replied, returning back to untie the cloth
around his leg.
Chuckling, Fenris could hear Hawke mumble a quiet; “It doesn’t take much.”
The healer didn’t appear to hear him; Fenris shot him an amused smirk. Anders
tugged the cloth away from Fenris’s leg, revealing the cut beneath. He frowned,
reaching for the bag he’d thrown over and grabbing something to wipe up the
blood. He pawed at the wound briefly, before pressing down on it with the
material causing Fenris to hiss in pain. He shot Hawke an annoyed look but the
man just shrugged in response.
“Calm down you baby,” Anders retorted in response to his frustration. Fenris
was about to reply when Anders interrupted him to speak again. “Just stitches
should be fine. Are you going to cry?”
Fenris frowned at the mocking tone.
“Just get on with it…” he grumbled, ignoring him and continuing to eat.
Anders snorted with laughter and reached for his bag again. Taking the material
away from the wound, he grabbed a bottle and twisted the cap to open it. Fenris
almost dropped the bowl of soup as the liquid inside of the bottle was
unceremoniously poured over the wound. He bit his lip roughly. Anders dabbed at
the wound, smoothing the liquid over. Whatever it was, it stung like a thousand
wasps. He cleaned up the wound and grabbed the stitching tools. Fenris quickly
finished off the soup as he prepared for the worst; he left the bowl beside
him. He watched Anders carefully as he stitched up the wound. To his surprise,
Anders was fairly gentle. He made no rash movements while he was stitching,
massaging Fenris’s leg lightly with his thumb of his other hand. Nothing like
the healers back home, he thought.
“You’re lucky it’s not infected. I’m going to bandage it though,” Anders said,
finishing up the stitches. Fenris nodded.
With a soft exhale, he put the stitching tools away. Before getting the
bandages out of the bag, he calmly placed both hands over the wound. Fenris
flinched at first at the contact and lightly gasped when a faint glow appeared
beneath his hands and over his leg. Healing magic? He’d certainly seen it but
he’d never experienced it, the magic sent tingles up his body. In the Imperium,
healing magic was reserved for the utmost serious injuries, not for common
scrapes and cuts. It was part of what made you a warrior, to bear with the pain
as you recovered. It made you stronger, they said, it was all part of training.
Once Anders removed his hands, the wound looked significantly better put
together. The previous sting had also vanished. He was almost tempted to reach
down and feel the cut, dig his fingers in and determine whether or not he was
still in fact injured. However, Anders had more to do. He grabbed hold of the
bandages and started wrapping them around the stitches. He tore it off once he
had enough and tied off the bandage. He smiled with pride once he was done at
his finished work.
“Thank you…” Fenris managed to cough out, pulling his healed leg towards him
whilst Anders packed away his equipment into the bag and stood up.
“It’s my job,” he answered with a shrug. “Are you finally going to let me get
some rest now Hawke?”
Hawke shooed him with a grin. It was getting late after all. He picked up the
empty bowl left beside Fenris and placed it just outside the entrance to the
hut. It was apparent that Hawke had no intention of leaving the hut, perhaps it
was his? That would make the most sense. Hawke returned to sit next to him
again.
“Do you wanna get some sleep too?” he suggested. Now that he thought about it,
he was a little sleepy. He’d eaten a rather large portion of soup and relieved
of all the pain and most of the heat that had been haunting his body the last
few days. He realised that tonight, providing he stuck around which he supposed
he didn’t have much a choice to not, he wouldn’t have to worry about being
eaten by predators or attacked. He was safe here; well, as safe as one could be
in this circumstance. When Fenris nodded, Hawke tossed him another blanket. “I
suspect you won’t need this in an hour or two. Feel free to throw it off if you
do. You’re also welcome to wake me if you need any assistance,”
He winked and Fenris rolled his eyes. He couldn’t help but think about the
particularly strange set of events that had led to all of this. This was the
first time he could recall being away from Danarius for so long. Having time to
dwell on it now he found himself lying down, huddled up in a blanket, he felt a
little homesick. Hawke seemed to pay no mind; he shuffled outside to put out
the campfire. Darkness, everything was dark. He heard Hawke’s heavy footsteps
returning inside the hut but afterwards there was only silence. He should try
to get some sleep at least. He brought the blanket closer to himself and
exhaled deeply. He sincerely hoped that Hawke wasn’t going to be right and that
overwhelming heat was going to return soon.
 
Hawke was right.
Grumbling, Fenris kicked at the blanket he had been given as that powerful heat
returned. Sweat gathered on the palms of his hands as he writhed, that burning
sensation firing up in the pit of his stomach. He rolled onto his side and
groaned, cheeks beginning to flush again. He worried briefly about waking the
sleeping man beside him. He shuffled his legs. Maybe he could just get himself
off; he could smell Hawke next to him. It was spurring his body on, influencing
the hardness between his legs. Swallowing his pride, he shuffled his makeshift
shorts partway down his thighs – it was dark, you couldn’t see him. He sighed
as the cool area hit his lower body. Now to just reach down and –
A hand covered his. He inhaled sharply, feeling Hawke’s breath on the back of
his neck. Suddenly he felt vulnerable. Exposed to him, Fenris could feel Hawke
shuffle up behind him. He re-found his hardened cock, the memory of his
previous actions heightening his arousal.
“Do you want me to stop?” Hawke asked sleepily. What an unfair thing to
question with his hand on his cock.
“No,” he answered, breathing unsteady.  Hawke hummed in approval, taking in
more of Fenris’s scent. Fenris shuddered at the action, tingles coursing
through his body. He began to relax as thick fingers moved along his shaft. He
whined in the back of his throat, pushing against the motion.
Something hard was pressing against his bare ass, something damp. Was
that…Hawke? His eyes were clouded with desire. Inside him, his body willed, he
wanted him inside. Logical thought was lost somewhere in the distance. Hawke’s
arousing smell only turned him on further, eyes fluttering shut as he moved
back into the man’s crotch. He wanted all of him, all over him. What he
wouldn’t give to have that man filling him with his knot, fucking him senseless
until he couldn’t walk the next day. Hawke groaned, nuzzling his face into the
back of Fenris’s neck. A second hand pawed at his ass. Yes, please, fuck me!He
was a mess. The pace on his cock only increased, fingers occasionally moving to
massage his balls. It just wasn’t enough; he needed something inside of him.
He moaned as Hawke ground into him. Lightly, he parted his cheeks with the pads
of his fingers, grinding his clothed cock more desperately against him. He
clawed for the blanket beneath them, body threatening to cave in. His mouth
parted, trying to squeeze out a plea for more but a chorus of gasps only fell
out instead.
“Still going to deny you’re an omega?” Hawke mumbled, planting open-mouthed
kisses on the back of his neck and shoulder. Fenris whimpered as a finger
brushed over his hole. Damp with slick, it was taking all of Hawke’s self-
restraint not to push inside. If he did, he couldn’t count on his own natural
urges to not take over and mate with the omega. Sensitive, he twitched at the
light pressure on his hole. His body begged for it to enter him but his mind
became scrambled at the thought. Hawke took a shaky breath. “You’re so wet,”
“I…I can’t…Hawke,” Fenris gasped, the hand around his cock squeezing him
lightly. He reached back and grabbed the hand teasing his entrance. Hawke
groaned, shrugging Fenris’s hand away from his own, instead pulling at his hips
and caging his body with his own. It was too much, his body was giving in.
“Stop!”
All hands on him were removed. Fenris attempted to catch his own breath,
curling in on himself slightly. Hawke jerked back from him, shuffling over and
pulling himself to his feet.
“I’m…sorry,” he said quietly, running his fingers through his hair. Fenris
slowly looked over at him. “I went too far, Fenris I’m…I’m sorry.”
Fenris shook his head, rolling onto his back. With a deep breath, he pushed
himself up. There was an awkward silence, Fenris pulling his knees up to his
chest as Hawke turned back around to look at him. This hadn’t happened before;
he’d never lost control like this. But with Fenris…something was different with
Fenris. He couldn’t pin point it just yet, he needed time. Though, time was
difficult when he knew that the omega was going to be in heat for the next week
and he was in no condition to be sent home. Not that he wished him to go.
“It’s true isn’t it?” Fenris spoke up. Hawke furrowed his eyebrows.
“What?” He replied.
“That…I’m an omega,” Fenris swallowed a lump in his throat. Hawke frowned as he
pushed his forehead against his knees. He’d never met someone like it, an omega
who truly didn’t know they were an omega. He wished he could rub his back and
tell him it was alright but he wasn’t sure if Fenris would let him touch him
again, not so soon. What could he tell him? He wasn’t an omega, he didn’t know
what being an omega entailed, and no one in his family had been one either.
What was he to do with him? He didn’t know. “I…don’t know what to do, no one
ever told me…”
Taking a few steps towards him, he spared Fenris a sympathetic glance and
seated himself back down beside him. He sighed, hesitantly wrapping an arm
around Fenris’s shoulders. He anticipated Fenris shoving him off, demanding
that he never touched him again but he didn’t. Instead, he lifted his head up
from his knees and looked at him. Hawke rubbed his thumbs on the bare skin in
hopes of soothing him. His cheeks were still flushed with red, apparent that
his heat was still on-going.
“I don’t know how to help you,” Hawke admitted. “But while you’re here I
promise no one will take advantage of you. Please…feel free to put me in my
place if I get a little randy,”
He managed to chuckle a bit at that and Hawke felt his heart flutter. Deep and
warm, he could feel his shoulders move with the snicker. Once it was other, it
was back to silence but this time it didn’t feel so awkward. Fenris let out a
nervous exhale. He started to shuffle and fidget on the floor, the full brunt
force of his heat catching up with his body. He almost wanted to weep – there
was nothing he could do about this. His body just kept on demanding from him
regardless of what he wanted. He wondered what it was like for Hawke, sat
beside him, driven wild by his scent. Must have a lot of self-control, he
thought, he was sure that alphas back home couldn’t be this close with omegas
in heat without mounting and knotting them. The entire prospect of going home
now had become grim. He didn’t want to know what his tribe would think and do
if they find out he was an omega. How long would it take before one of them
tried to breed with him?
Until that moment, he hadn’t realised how incredibly resistant Hawke was. He’d
already made it clear that he desired Fenris. He lightly pushed his hand away
from his shoulder and Hawke retracted from him with a frown. But it wasn’t long
before Fenris grabbed hold of said hand and drew it down between his legs.
“…Relieve me then?” he muttered close to his ear. Hawke was more than happy to
oblige.
 
The following morning, Fenris was awoken by a slobbering mabari which he
quickly identified as Biscuit. He clambered onto Fenris’s chest, sniffing at
him and whining. He shrieked as the war dog dragged its long tongue against his
cheek, wagging his tail excitedly.
“Hawke get your beast off me!” he shouted, alerting the tired man beside him.
Hawke groaned and stirred, sitting up and laughing softly. He rubbed his sleepy
eyes and gestured for Biscuit to come down. Biscuit happily leaped off Fenris’s
body, allowing the man to breathe once again. He pushed up against Hawke’s hand
expectantly and panted.
“They can smell heat you know, they aren’t too much different from us,” Hawke
explained, petting Biscuit. “It’s been awhile since you’ve had a good rut
haven’t you boy? I should really keep a good look out for a mate for you,”
Biscuit barked in agreement. Fenris grimaced.
Anders came in and checked Fenris’s leg each day, they had all unanimously
agreed to not present Fenris to the entire group while he was in heat. Hawke
trusted his friends but there was nothing like being too careful when it came
to alphas. Omegas in heat definitely spurred on otherwise absent primal needs
in even the strongest alphas, he supposed that was what kept the population
increasing. He had promised Fenris that he was going to keep him safe from that
kind of predatory action and he intended to keep his promise. Everyone was
aware that there was an omega in Hawke’s hut, but creeping within two feet
without permission and they would know the full force of his anger.
To his relief, Fenris allowed him to keep on touching him. Each night it got
harder to resist, but he managed to hold back thus far. It got increasingly
more difficult as Fenris whined for something more and occasionally reached for
Hawke’s erection in the afterglow. Regrettably, Hawke had to stop him. He
didn’t want to push his own limits; he couldn’t allow the omega to touch him
intimately. This was about him, he reminded him, about making him feel good. He
insisted that his own arousal didn’t matter. Fenris would frown but listened to
him anyway. He supposed he should be flattered that he wanted to touch him. At
some point this heat would be over and he would start to think clearly again.
He didn’t want the omega to do anything he’d regret.
What was he going to do once it was over anyway? Did he intend on going back to
his tribe? He supposed so and it’d be Hawke’s duty to walk him back there. He
had to admit he was curious as to what The Imperium was like, he’d heard of it
but never been. The Imperium had never been too keen on outsiders and often
didn’t get along too well with other tribes. They had been on borderline war
with the neighbouring tribe The Qun for generations now. Despite their rocky
start, Hawke was pleasantly surprised how friendly Fenris was. Some spiky edges
but generally he was very polite and well-mannered. Those two attributes were
not something usually associated with The Imperium.
“What’s up with the tattoos then?” Hawke asked him one afternoon. He had been
curious since the day he met him. White tattoos covered the expanse of his
brown skin, swirling and encasing his body like vines. They were oddly
beautiful. He wondered about the pain, surely it must’ve hurt to get it all
done. There were intricate lines trailing up his throat and even on his face.
“You don’t know?” Fenris began curiously. Hawke shook his head. “It is part of
the coming of age ritual for hunters in The Imperium. Hunters get some kind of
tattoo over their body. How big depends on your success, there’s a trial that
all hunters must undergo, a test of ability. Better you do, more you kill, the
larger tattoo you get. Getting your tattoo is a painful process, only the best
could endure it for longer, it’s a threat to other tribes. They’ll know how
powerful a hunter is by how many tattoos they have. I was an exceptional
case…especially for a ‘beta’. They’d never seen anyone like me,”
“Whoa, how many did you have to kill to get them like yours?” Hawke inquired.
For the white lines to cover the expanse of most of Fenris’s body it must’ve
been a lot and such a thing would eventually take its toll on a person. Such
feats of strength were practically unheard of it when it came to omega.
Fenris frowned. Hawke found himself shutting up once he said; “A number I do
not like to recall.”
After that statement, he decided not to press any further on the matter. If
Fenris wanted to tell him more, he would. It seemed like a sensitive topic and
he didn’t blame him. Hawke wanted to touch them, the tattoos, feeling the lines
running around his chest and beneath his clothing until they peeked out from
underneath to circle his long legs. He could hear his own breath stutter at the
thought. It was natural to be attracted to the beautiful young man, he told
himself, Fenris was an omega and he was an alpha. It was just the natural order
of things, an urge to breed that kept mankind surviving. It was best not to get
too attached; no doubt he’d be leaving soon. All he could do for now was do
whatever he could to help him out.
“My turn to ask a question,” Fenris spoke up. Hawke cocked his head. “You are
Ferelden but this is not Ferelden itself, there is a body of water between
there and The Imperium this I am certain. It would surely take weeks to get
from one to the other. Your friends, they are a mismatch too. It is…strange,”
“We’re a bit of a rag-tag team of misfits that’s for sure. We’d all left our
own tribes for one reason or another. So we just kind of…I don’t know…formed
our own little tribe? We travel, rarely stay in one place but that does usually
have something to do with someonecausing a bit of trouble with neighbouring
tribes. I suppose it was lucky that we came here when we did, else I wouldn’t
have been able to help you out in the forest,” Hawke explained.
It was fortunate, he supposed. Who knows what would’ve happened if Hawke and
his dog hadn’t come to his rescue? It was likely that he would have died out
there.
Talking about it, Hawke couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with memories from
his life before this tribe. He tried to shake the memory away, his home, his
tribe back in Lothering. Everything was gone now. He thought he was over
dwelling on everything he’d had to leave behind. It didn’t matter, he had built
himself a new family. A little rough around the edges but still a family that
he’d put together all by himself. He sighed softly, realising then truly that
he didn’t want Fenris to leave. It’d been awhile since anyone had stayed with
his tribe. It depended on Fenris and he hadn’t even been able to properly,
formally introduce him to the group because of his heat. That was going to come
to a close soon.
 
“Looks good to me,” Anders told him as he removed the bandage on Fenris’s leg.
The wound had closed up completely, looking positively healed. That was the
work of healing magic that was for sure. Fenris leant down to trace over where
the injury had been to find no pain. His heat had finished too. He was relieved
to not be swamped by it, now it felt as if a fog that had clouded his mind had
finally been lifted. He turned to look at Hawke, sat next to him.
“I’m sure you’re dying to go for a walk, come with me?” Hawke suggested, a
smile plastered on his face as he stood up and offered Fenris a hand. He
nodded, graciously taking hold of his hand and allowing the alpha to pull him
up onto his feet.
He stumbled a little at first, steadying himself with Hawke’s help. He was
guided out of the hut, listening as Hawke declared that they would be back in a
short while. Without hesitance, he followed him along into the wilderness. The
fresh air was nice, being cooped up in that hut for most of the day had taken
its toll on his muscles. They ached, punishing him for his idleness. Realising
he was still holding onto Hawke’s hand, he quickly withdrew.  The grass had
never felt so good under his toes.
By now, they must’ve thought he was dead back home. They would’ve given up
searching for him, he had left no traces behind. The chances of anyone finding
him out here in such a remote place was unlikely. Would they hold a ceremony
for him and his presumed death? They were going to get a shock when he
returned. The look on their faces would be priceless. However, he needed
answers first and foremost. Shrinking in on himself, he didn’t really want to
tell the tribe that he was an omega. They’d pull him out of hunting for sure
despite his ability and who knew what would happen to him after that? Perhaps
just Danarius should be told, he was the adult Fenris trusted the most of the
tribe. He had been the figure hovering over him for most of what he could
remember.
Looking over, he noticed Hawke also seemingly lost in thought. The two trudged
quietly amongst the trees. The sun peeked out from the gaps in he leaves, the
heat of summer making its way through the sky.
“Are you going back to the Imperium?” Hawke asked all of a sudden, breaking the
silence. Fenris’s fingers made fists in the shorts covering his legs.
“…Yes,” he answered.
He looked up to the clearing amongst the trees as Hawke fell silent with a
frown. A large hand on his shoulder jerked him back to the conversation at
hand.
“Stay one more night then. I can walk you back at the break of dawn,” Hawke
offered, his fingers rubbing circles on the bare skin. He smiled warmly. Fenris
shook his head.
“It will probably take several days to get back, I should not burden you
further,” he protested but Hawke refused.
“No. I want to,”
He exhaled deeply. It seemed he didn’t have a choice in whether Hawke was going
to take him there or not. He didn’t want to admit that he was grateful that the
man was so stubborn but he couldn’t help being it. He was getting back up to
full strength and probably would be fine by himself. Though, he’d grown used to
Hawke’s presence and he felt he might miss his company. They were going to have
to part when they got back to the Imperium anyway. He shouldn’t grow so
attached, he told himself. He feared what his tribe would say if he returned
with Hawke at his side. The Tevinter tribes didn’t take too well to Fereldens.
They’d understand though surely. Hawke had helped him. Perhaps, he could
convince the rest to not see Fereldens as such evil people.
The two made small talk as they walked through the woods. It was undeniable
that they had been bound to grow fairly close given the circumstances. One
didn’t just remain casual acquaintances with someone who helped you through
your heat. That was still an odd thought.
They arrived back at camp by sunset. It was the first time Fenris had seen
everyone in Hawke’s tribe. Anders lit the campfire, using magic to increase the
intensity of the flames. He let out a puff of relief at the successful fire and
sat himself down in his place in the circle of people. Hawke squeezed Fenris’s
shoulder in reassurance, pulling him over to the group.
“Now I can formally introduce you to everyone, huh?” he said, sitting down in
the circle and gesturing for Fenris to do the same. He nodded and true to his
word, Hawke introduced everyone.
Anders. Alpha. He’d already met Anders, the healer, several times. He liked to
talk that was for sure, about what Fenris hadn’t really found himself listening
very much. He was the only one who possessed a semblance of ability in the
healing field. It was needed after all, who knew what kind of trouble these
guys got into? A lot by the sounds of what Hawke had said. It would be rude to
go to the nearest tribe and demand aid from its people if something were to
happen. Anders and Hawke seemed to get along fairly well, the latter always
collecting herbs and other plants for him to make solutions and salves out of.
Isabela. Beta. She’d perhaps taken the most interest in Fenris. Promiscuous in
nature but free-spirited. Fenris had overheard her several times asking Hawke
about his well-being. She looked after the only omega in the group, a mage
named Merrill. A sweet girl but he’d been warned that she dabbled in some
forbidden magics. Mostly on suppressants to conceal her scent, Fenris wondered
how difficult it was for her to be amongst all these unmated alphas. Just being
around Hawke in his own heat had driven him crazy. However, being on
suppressants wasn’t good for fertility, Anders had delightfully chipped in, so
she took the occasional break and Isabela was always there to take care of her
more physical needs and desires. The two women could trust one another. He
supposed it helped that Isabela wasn’t an alpha so there was no real threat of
being taken advantage of but fulfilling certain needs was more difficult
without an alpha’s presence.
Varric. Beta. A short man who liked to tell stories, often entertaining the
group over the fire every evening with crazy tales. He and Hawke were close,
that Fenris gathered. Their personalities seemed to match up, jokes bouncing
off one another. He didn’t want to admit he was a little jealous but a little
fire in the pit of his stomach seemed to suggest otherwise.
Aveline. Alpha. She was placed upon some kind of pedestal for having more of an
attachment to law and order. Fiercely protective of the group, she came off as
brave. Hawke mumbled to him about how she was mated once. Fenris furrowed his
eyebrows, asking what happened and was only met with a frown. Being widowed
from a mate, it was difficult to get back on the market. There was always that
lingering scent of their mate on them from the bond. It put off a lot of other
potential mates.
Finally, Sebastian. Alpha. Deeply religious but no one seemed to share the
sentiment. Hawke had shot him a look every time he so much as smiled at Fenris,
rubbing his shoulder gently and his words filled with kindness. There was
something comforting about his presence. Hawke blatantly disagreed, trying to
divert Fenris’s attention from him. A clash of two alphas? Underlying jealousy?
Fenris shook his head. He didn’t want to be fought over. He wasn’t even going
to be staying long enough for that to be a problem. Sebastian didn’t seem to
mind the other alpha’s protectiveness. He would just brush it off, allow him
his way and it only surged guilt in Hawke. Perhaps he was reading too much into
things.
Fenris found himself laughing a couple times that night, Hawke grinning from
ear to ear every time he did. The group spun stories, carefully placed candy-
laced insults creating fake offense and hearty laughter. It wasn’t like this
back home. Despite the lack of blood relations, they treated each other like
family. Tight bonds weaved around each wrist, connecting them all and none
seemed to want to pull out the scissors and sever it. There was no unpleasant
discourse, those who were less close seemed to just avoid picking at each other
in favour of keeping the peace amongst them. He wondered if they were just
putting on an act to save him from the unpleasant sides of their friendships.
It just all seemed so natural that Fenris found it hard to believe that was
true.
Eventually, nightfall came. Everyone retreated for rest. Hawke grasped his arm
and suggested he slept with him in his hut like usual. Fenris nodded, following
him inside. Hawke was out like a light; he was envious of his ability to drift
into sleep that easily. He stared up at the ceiling of the hut, blanket draped
over his stomach. It really dawned on him then.
He was going to miss it here.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Travel *****
Chapter Summary
     It's a long way back to the Imperium. Hawke and Fenris find
     themselves closer than ever because of it.
Chapter Notes
     I promised a part 2 and here it is! I honestly thought I'd be further
     along by now but stuff just keeps happening. Next part should be
     particularly drama-filled however.
     Mild Attempted Rape/Non-con warning for this chapter! However,
     nothing actually happens.
     Enjoy!
At the crack of dawn, Fenris observed as Hawke spent a good half an hour
sobbing into Biscuit’s fur. He couldn’t take the war dog as far as the
Imperium. It would only end up in inconvenience and Hawke was determined not to
put Biscuit through that. This meant that he had to say goodbye to him before
he left which led to tears. Fenris couldn’t help but sigh at this grown man
weeping over his dog. It wasn’t like he was dying; he was just leaving for a
few days. Sniffling, Hawke managed to pull himself up to his feet, petting
Biscuit’s head and wiping the tears from his eyes. Biscuit barked and wagged
his tail.
“Come on Fenris, time to get you to the Imperium,” he cleared his throat,
waving at his dog as he turned around and walked away. He picked up a medium-
sized bag from resting against his hut and drew it over his shoulder. It was
full of a couple flasks of water, some snacks, bandages, and a blanket.
It was Sebastian and Anders who saw them off. Anders ran towards Hawke to hand
him some kind of salve. He stared at the pot inquisitively before meeting
Anders’s gaze with a curious look.
“Healing salve, you know for cuts and stuff. Just in case,” he explained. He
shook his head with a smile as he placed it into his bag. Anders was like an
overprotective mother sometimes, not that it was a bad thing of course.
“Shouldn’t be necessary but thank you,” Hawke replied, resealing his bag.
He could tell Anders wanted to protest, make some speech about his safety and
how being safe was better than being sorry, followed by a long lecture on how
important he was to the tribe and they couldn’t afford to lose him in some
silly plight for an omega he met on the road not too long ago. He was glad that
he bit his tongue, giving him a curt nod and a simple goodbye before scurrying
back into his hut. That only left Sebastian, who often woke up with the
wildlife anyway. Hawke wondered if he was making the extra effort for Fenris
and felt a lump bubble in his throat. Sebastian was walking on eggshells.
Fenris by no means his omega but he was dipping his toes on what was another
alpha’s area of territory. He’d already established himself as Fenris’s
protector.
“Take care Fenris,” Sebastian said, bowing a little. The warm smile that graced
Fenris’s face only fuelled the jealousy.
“Thank you for your kindness,” Fenris responded, repeating the same bow
Sebastian had given. He looked a little startled when Hawke grabbed at his arm.
“Yes yes, all well and good. We should probably go Fenris if we want to get
there sooner rather than later. See you later Sebastian!” Hawke called out, his
words beginning to fumble into one another. Fenris and Sebastian waved to one
another. Fenris followed after Hawke as the alpha made steady progress leaving
the camp. Without the haze of his heat and a fully recovered leg it was easier
to remember the way back home.
It was a beautiful time of day, one Hawke liked a lot. It reminded him of his
days back in Lothering, with his family, working the fields and gathering wood
from the forest in the early morning. There was no use dwelling on it now.
Things weren’t so bad as they were now. He had plenty of friends and here he
was, about to spend a few days alone with a handsome omega. Not hisomega but an
omega nonetheless. He hadn’t been around another omega since Merrill joined.
Speaking of omegas, he glanced at Fenris, hopefully he would get some answers
about his identity.
The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Fenris’s heat seemed
nowhere near as intense as most omegas first. The fact that he was able to pin
him up against a tree with a blade to his throat was shocking. It was
reasonable to assume that the lack of control was due to one’s immaturity as
first heats usually happen somewhere between the ages of 13 and 16 for late
bloomers. Occasionally it happened before the age of 13, but Hawke had never
seen it happen. On the same note, he’d never heard of someone having their
first heat past the age of 16. He was convinced that Fenris must’ve had a heat
before. A repressed memory, something he’d forgotten? Perhaps it was purely
denial. No, the way he reacted the night he got ahead of himself was enough to
convince him that if Fenris had a heat before, he couldn’t properly remember
it. He wondered what could’ve happened, an accident perhaps?
“You…got parents waiting for you?” Hawke questioned. He hadn’t mentioned
anything of the sort but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a factor. He hoped that he
wouldn’t dig up any unpleasant memories either. Fenris shook his head.
“It…It is not like that in the Imperium. Danarius told me I was abandoned by my
birth parents; I am fortunate to have been accepted in by the Imperium after
being from some other Tevinter tribe. But all kids are raised communally back
home. The adults take care of the children, simple as,” Fenris explained.
Hawke couldn’t imagine what that was like. He had been close to his parents and
siblings when Lothering was still around. He almost felt sorry for Fenris,
having no real parental figures around.
“Danarius?” Hawke repeated, noticing the unfamiliar name. Fenris quickly picked
up on his inquiry, eyes flickering up to meet his eyes before moving off to
gaze into the distance.
“Who I am most close to back home. He’s a mage, like you. But he watched over
me for most of my hunter training and always kept an eye out for me. He
probably knows me best. If I’m going to ask anyone about my…condition, it’s
him,” Fenris clarified. Hawke felt an uncomfortable stirring in his stomach. He
couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was but something didn’t sit right with him
about this man. Call it a hunch but he could almost feel it in the air and the
way Fenris talked about him. Though, it did seem like he trusted him. He
wondered what this Danarius figure was like and whether he knew anything about
his position as an omega.
“I hope he does have answers for you. You deserve that much,” he said. Fenris
nodded, also wishing that would be the case. Hawke often said such kind things.
 
They’d gotten a quarter of the way there when first nightfall began to loom
over them. Hawke yawned and declared they should take rest for the night to
avoid getting lost in the dark. They didn’t want to have to backtrack. It was
never going to be easy camping in the wilderness. There was no protection so
taking watch was going to be necessary. They settled amongst the trees, putting
their things down and sighing as they got to sat down. Hawke rubbed his sore
feet, massaging the heel and working his way down. It’d been awhile since he’d
gone this far out from his tribe with setting up an official camp. Whilst they
moved place to place, it was never too far. He wondered how everyone was doing
back at camp. He turned to look at Fenris who appeared relatively unfazed by
the travel.
“I will take first watch,” Fenris suggested. Hawke knew he should object, but
he was tired and Fenris seemed more awake than he did. He retrieved the blanket
from the bag and wrapped himself in the warmth after taking a quick swig of
water from one of the flasks.
“’Night,” he mumbled as he closed his eyes. He heard Fenris reply with a
“Goodnight,” before he drifted off. He was surprised at how fast he drifted off
into sleep.
Fenris remained close to Hawke’s side, gazing up into the night sky through the
trees. He could see the stars begin to pop out from behind misty clouds,
twinkling bright into the night. Two hours into watch, he heard a shuffle. What
could be about this time of night? Some kind of nocturnal animal? Fenris’s hand
slid down to the knife strapped to his thigh. He was prepared if anything
attacked. Perhaps a little bit of extra dinner could be scored. He had no
doubts it’d be a good idea to hunt some food on their journey back to the
Imperium.
“Whatta score boys,” the mysterious voice made Fenris jump. He stood up from
where he was sat beside Hawke and unsheathed his weapon. He looked around,
looking for the source of the noise.
As he peered around the tree trunk, he gasped as he felt an arm around his
throat, pinning him back against the tree. Another hand grabbed the bag next to
his feet containing their supplies. He heard laughter as the bag was shook,
letting the things inside rattle. Fenris clawed at the arm around his neck,
before giving in and slicing it with his knife and letting the blood pour out.
The owner of the arm let out a cry of pain as he retracted.
He darted around the other side of the tree to get their bag back, eyeing up
his opposition. Three young men, two alphas and a beta it seemed. He could tell
from the smell.
“The little fuck cut me!” one of the alphas exclaimed to his friends. He had
his hand over the wound, red seeping between his fingers. He grinded his teeth
together and snarled.
“Give it back!” Fenris demanded fearlessly, pointing the bloodied knife at the
other alpha who held the bag. He’d taken on bigger prey than these guys.
Quickly, he spared a glance back towards Hawke to see the man was still
sleeping peacefully. Damn him being such a heavy sleeper. He didn’t need the
help, he was sure, he could take all of these men but the backup would be nice.
That and it’d get the job done faster. He flinched as the unharmed alpha and
beta laughed.
“Or what?” the alpha asked, dangling the bag.
The man was mocking him. Fenris stepped forwards, watching them all carefully.
The unharmed alpha grinned at him, anticipating his attack. Instead, he swung a
fist at the unsuspecting beta and collided with his jaw. The beta stumbled back
with a gasp, and Fenris took the opportunity to pull him down to wrap an arm
under his chin and placed the knife against his throat. The two alphas spared
each other a glance. Fenris took a couple steps back, heading towards the tree
again.
“Toss me the bag and I won’t slit his throat,” he threatened, pressing the
blade lightly into the skin. The alphas laughed.
“You talk big for an omega,” the unharmed alpha commented. Fenris’s eyebrows
furrowed. They could tell? He supposed that if he could tell that they were
alphas then they could smell that he was an omega. He wouldn’t let that be a
disadvantage. If he’d always been an omega, then it made no difference to his
skill and ability. If they’d just toss the bag over and be on their way, it
didn’t have to be a messy fight.
However, Hawke waking up would still be nice.
On the floor, the bag clattered. The alpha had dropped it by his side. Did he
intend to kick it over to him? Fenris locked his gaze on him. Apparently not,
he noted as the man approached him. Defensively he brought the blade closer to
the beta’s neck.
“You can stop playing games now Arkadius,” the unharmed alpha said softly. What
was he talking about? Was he referring to the beta in his grasp? “How about we
teach this little omega lesson?”
Fenris gasped as the beta, Arkadius, elbowed him hard in the stomach. He
faltered and Arkadius wrenched himself out of his hold. He cursed as the knife
slipped from his grip at the contact. He grunted as the alpha grabbed him by
the air and shoved his face up against the tree. The bark cut into his skin,
rough and unforgiving. The injured alpha laughed, walking over to him to spit
on his face. Fenris recoiled from the action in disgust, pushing against the
trunk of the tree to free him from his hold. But Arkadius was pulling his arms
back, holding them behind his back. He thrashed uselessly against them,
growling.
“I don’t know what a little thing like you is doing this far in the woods but
you should know what happens to omegas like you,” the unharmed alpha taunted,
pressing his face deeper into the bark and causing him to wince. Panic struck
across his face as the alpha’s free hand slid down the small of his back to
palm roughly at his ass. “I bet you’d love a big fat alpha cock inside you.
You’ll get wet the second I touch your tight little asshole. No matter how much
you puff out your chest sweet thing, all omegas are the same. Common whores
begging for a good fuck, you’d love to be any alpha’s little fuck toy,”
He punctuated with words with a squeeze to his ass. Fenris hated how a shudder
passed through his body at the contact. His body had never reacted this way
before, why was he so sensitive? Humiliation burned in his cheeks. He prayed
silently for Hawke to wake.
“Don’t worry, I’ll stuff you with my knot sweet thing,” the alpha cooed in his
ear. Disgust swirled in the pit of his stomach. An awful reminder of what most
alphas were like. This is how they behaved back home. Hawke was an outlier.
Sebastian was an outlier. They were all strange alphas. Not that he had any
complaints. None of them tried to knot or breed him when he was a helpless
omega in heat.
By a miracle, Fenris managed to jerk his arms out of Arkadius’s grasp when the
alpha reached for his waistband ready to expose him. He reached back to kick
Arkadius in the stomach he stumbled. The alphas looked at their stricken friend
and gave Fenris time to wriggle from their hold and pick up his forgotten knife
on the ground.
“You fucking—” Fenris wasted no time. He struck the knife through the alpha’s
stomach and wrenched it back out so the wound opened. He gasped, desperately
clutching the wound. The other alpha lunged at him, landing a punch against his
cheek. Fenris bit back, pushing him onto the floor and driving his foot into
his stomach hard. He scrambled to push Fenris off him but the omega had other
plans as he pulled the man’s head up by his hair and slit his throat.
He turned to look at Arkadius. He was cowering on the floor, pushed back
earlier by the blow from Fenris’s foot. Blood has spurted from the alpha’s slit
neck and splattered against his cheek and a little on his chest, hands already
covered in it from the stomach stab wound on the other man.
“Fenris? Are you okay?” Hawke’s voice caught him off guard. He turned around to
see Hawke had finally stirred from his slumber. Arkadius took the chance to
scramble to his feet and disappear into the trees. “What the hell happened?”
At first, Fenris ignored him. Walking over to the bag that had been dropped on
the ground and picked it up. He sauntered back over to Hawke, dropping the bag
back in its original place.
“A group of three men attacked me and tried to steal from us,” he explained,
gesturing to the bag. Hawke followed his gaze. Then he drew back to look at
Fenris, covered in blood as he were. There were two dead bodies and he felt the
compulsion to rub his tired eyes and make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. Fenris
had killed them both single-handedly. It made a stark contrast to the day he
met him when he had barely managed to hold a weapon to an animal.
“And you killed them for that?” Hawke questioned. It did seem a little rash.
Who knew why they wanted to steal from them. Perhaps they were starving or had
an injured family member back home, there were plenty of reasons why men like
that turned to a life of crime. Of course, the other answer was that they were
just jerks. Hawke wanted to tut and shake his head at their naivety. He met
Fenris’s gaze for a split second before the omega turned away. There was
something else. “Fenris, please tell me what else happened. I need to know, I
don’t want anything to happen to you,”
He could see his throat bob as he swallowed roughly.
“They tried to use my place as an omega against me,” Fenris admittedly quietly.
Hawke blinked a little quicker as he moved around to sit back down next to the
bag. Had they tried to…? Hawke sat beside him, close enough that he could smell
another alpha’s scent on him. He would’ve killed the man himself had he known.
Suddenly, he was glad that he was dead and he cursed his own heavy sleeping. He
should’ve been there for him. The urge to replace the alpha’s scent with his
own was strong, but he would never do anything without Fenris’s permission. He
needed to know a vital fact first.
“Maker, Fenris…Did they…?”
“No. They didn’t do anything,”
That was a relief. Hawke reached for the bag and opened it. He pulled out the
vial of healing salve that Anders had given them. Fenris raised his eyebrows at
him.
“Not necessary,” Fenris said but Hawke ignored him. He didn’t fight it, he let
him dip his fingers into the salve and rub it gently over the cuts on his face
from where the bark of the tree had dug in. Once it was applied, Hawke felt
himself linger on his face. Soft skin, beautiful green eyes flickering up to
look at him. He could feel every soft movement on his face, the way his jaw
tensed a little. He worried how much he’d give for this one man. He didn’t
realise he was staring until his fingers were lightly pried away. Fenris
exhaled softly when he retreated. There wasn’t much they could do about the
blood he was covered in. Not in the day time. Hawke screwed on the cap of the
salve and placed it back in the bag.
“We’ll…find a river or something in the morning and we can wash off that
blood,” Hawke suggested. Fenris nodded. Hawke’s eyes lingered down to his lips,
the strangest urge to kiss him. However, he seemed to notice, a light flush
crossing over his cheeks as he caught Hawke staring. Was he going to? What
would it feel like? The brush of his beard against his own smooth skin as he
moved his lips over his. The tenderness of his embrace. Where did his standards
lie if he was willing to kiss him while he was littered with spots of blood
from other men? Perhaps he didn’t care. Somewhere inside him, he wanted Hawke
to move in closer, brush their lips together.
But he didn’t. They ended up drawing their gazes from one another and saying
their goodnights for the second time that night.
 
“The Maker has smiled upon us,” Hawke announced, moving out into the clearing
and spying the river passing through. Fenris was itching to get in the water,
the blood had dried overnight and he’d managed to pick off some of the flakes.
“Come on, let’s get in!”
Hawke wasted no time swinging his staff-blade from his back and onto the floor
besides the bag and ripping the rest of his clothes from his skin. Fenris
realised he’d never seen the man naked before. Apparently he was well-
proportioned to the rest of his body. He couldn’t help but he drawn to the
thick patch of dark, coarse hairs above his cock. He’d felt the man against his
backside that one night during his heat where he’s pushed against him, but
actually seeing it was a whole other story. Long and thick, Fenris had to
swallow his pride. He’d feel impossibly stretched with that inside him.
There he went again, thinking inappropriate things about the alpha. He watched
Hawke descend into the water, shivering at its first initial chill. Did he
really long for the man inside him? Was it an omega thing? How was he going to
control himself around other alphas when he got home? He sighed, wasting no
more time and peeling his clothes from his body. Hawke turned around as he did
so, smiling and beckoning him into the water with his hands.
He waded into the water with little more thought. It was always a little cold
at first, waiting for his body heat to warm it. The water covered much more of
his body than Hawke’s, their difference in height becoming apparent as the
water lapped at his chest whilst it barely tickled Hawke’s navel. He cupped the
water with his hands, splashing himself with it to wash away the blood. Out of
the corner of his eye, he could see Hawke do the same.
“Come here,” Hawke said suddenly. Fenris hesitantly waded through the water
towards him and turned his back to him when Hawke gestured for him to swivel.
His heart hammered in his chest as he felt Hawke’s naked chest against his
shoulder blades, the thick hairs of his pubic area brushing against his lower
back. This position felt…oddly intimate. You would never see this sort of thing
back home between unmated alphas and omegas. Anxiety ran havoc through his
veins. Was he about to bend him over and have his way with him? No, he has
proven he wouldn’t do such a thing. The most worrying part of the thought was
definitely the idea that he wouldn’t mind if he were to. “You have blood in
your hair,”
Oh. There were large fingers in his hair now, combing through the locks and
wetting them with the river water to wash out the blood. An innocent gesture.
He could smell Hawke’s scent with him being so close. The fingers were digging
in now, massaging his scalp. It felt good. Fenris let a low moan slip from his
lips.
At the sound, Hawke had to piston his hips away from Fenris, an embarrassed
blush falling onto his cheeks. But it was too late, Fenris had felt it. Signs
of arousal pressing against his lower back, Fenris heard his own breath hitch.
There was no doubt that this situation could never be innocent. An alpha and
omega bathing together? There was bound to be some kind of sexual tension.
“Sorry,” Hawke muttered, retracting his fingers from his hair and scooting away
from him. Fenris heard himself whine quietly at the loss of contact. He caused
this, Hawke’s erection, he thought. There was a simmer of pride at the
realisation. He did this to him, barely touching him. Hawke helped him through
his heat, touched him, bringing him to climax over and over again whilst asking
for nothing in return. He wouldn’t mind to know what he felt like his hands
either, hot, perhaps heavy on his tongue. His own cheeks heated at the thought.
Fenris turned around to face Hawke. He shuffled towards him, closing the gap
that he had made. Hawke was staring at him, looking at him curiously and
anticipating his next move. It was like he was being driven by some crazy
impulse. Touch him, return the pleasure he once gave you. He wanted to hear
what he sounded like when he was touched, brought to the brink of climax and
his face as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.
“Let me…help you,” he suggested. Hawke’s eyes bulged. His resolve was weakened
as Fenris moved his fingers to ghost over the hairs just below his navel,
trailing dangerously close to where he stood proud.
“You don’t have to,” Hawke halted him, grabbing his daring wrist. Fenris moved
his eyes up from the centre of his arousal and up to meet his gaze.
What Hawke wasn’t expecting was for Fenris’s eyebrows to furrow, a small pink
tongue licking his lips as he uttered; “I want to,”
Fenris’s fingers closed around where Hawke held him, dragging him out of the
water and lightly against a nearby tree. He wanted to see him, all of him.
Fenris noticed himself marvelling, Hawke’s strong thighs shuffling apart
slightly as if unashamed of his hard cock against his stomach. He watched
Fenris carefully as his fingers found the base of his shaft and glided along
gloriously. Hawke sighed as his thumb rubbed against the slit, not finding it
within him to protest. It was just as he thought, hot in his hands, thick
enough that he could barely wrap his slim fingers around it. He seemed to note
how far apart his fingers were, the size of the hole made within his fist as he
worked up and down his cock. This is how far he’d spread him apart.
He revelled in the way Hawke’s hips rolled to get more of the contact. The way
he moaned low and guttural in his throat when he moved his other hand to
massage his balls. There was this striking moment of courage when Fenris
remembered wondering how he felt on his tongue. He’d never sucked a cock
before, would he be bad at it? He supposed if anyone was going to be free of
judgement it was Hawke.
A gasp left Hawke’s mouth as Fenris lowered to his knees. He was looking up at
him as his tongue darted out to swipe at the head. Fenris manoeuvred to lick
along the side of the shaft before taking the head into his mouth.
“Fenris,” Hawke rasped as he was engulfed in the wet heat of Fenris’s mouth.
His fingers re-found his hair, gliding through it and tugging on it a little.
The motion tugged his hair back and stuck from the wetness, revealing three
little tattooed dots on his forehead that he hadn’t seen before. They
were…oddly cute.
As he worked along his cock, Fenris rested his hands on Hawke’s thighs to keep
himself steady. Heavy on his tongue, in that sense he was correct, the taste he
couldn’t have anticipated. Precum was pooling on his tongue, his lips barely
withstanding the girth of his cock. It was making his jaw ache a little, but he
paid no mind as Hawke’s fingers gripped his hair. His own erection was growing
as he listened to Hawke’s gasps and moans.
After a little while, he reached down to palm at his own cock between his legs.
He wrapped his fist around it and moved quickly in a desperate attempt to get
himself off as Hawke drew close to a finish. He could tell he was close from
the way he pulsed inside his mouth, his hips rolled faster and his breathing
only grew more unsteady. He took Hawke as deep as his body would allow,
threatening to poke at his throat. He was grateful that he had managed to
retract his teeth enough for Hawke not to feel the graze of them against the
skin of his cock. If he had accidentally, the alpha had been too far gone to
notice.
“Shit, Fenris, I can’t…” Hawke was mumbling, barely coherent babbling as he
drew close to climax. He had to pry Fenris away from his cock as soon as he
could. He’d knot as soon as he climaxed. He doubted Fenris’s mouth could
withstand the girth of his knot nor would he not choke on the come that would
be released. He had to do something soon but the delicious heat of Fenris’s
mouth was only enticing him further and Fenris didn’t seem to pay any mind.
When he saw Fenris getting himself off, a hand around himself and moaning
around his erection, it was enough. Abruptly, he yanked Fenris away from his
cock. He hadn’t meant it to be so harsh. Fenris gasped as his lips popped off
from around him. He hadn’t meant to desecrate him. He hadn’t meant for his
orgasm to rush him like that, for hot, sticky ropes of ejaculate to paint
Fenris’s face. He wasn’t surprised when he looked at him somewhat alarmed at
the white fluid dripping from his cheeks and splattered a little across his
lips. However, he noted that Fenris didn’t stop jerking himself, quickly
reaching orgasm with a moan and spilling onto the floor.
“Oh Maker, I’m so sorry! I’ll get some water, clean it off, I didn’t mean
to…to…” Hawke stammered, rushing past him to gather water from the river to
clean the come from Fenris’s face and avoid getting aroused again at the sight.
He wouldn’t admit it but he’d certainly use that image later for…his own
activities.
“It’s okay,” Fenris told him as he looked up at him, raising off his knees to
stand. He wiped some of the fluid with the palm of his hand, resisting the urge
to taste it. It was a little humiliating, sure, if you had told him a couple
weeks ago that he was going to allow an alpha male to fuck his face and spill
all over it, he wouldn’t have believed it. What sane “beta” would have?
He let Hawke fuss over him, wash away his mess from his face. He was talking
but he wasn’t sure what about.
This was the first time they’d done anything sexual since his heat. This was
the first time it hadn’t been classified as a duty, a simple means of necessary
release. They’d done it out of their own will and desire. What did this mean
for them? He was going to be leaving Hawke soon, they were never supposed to
get attached for this simple reason. Yet, everything was changing around them.
How would his tribe take to him? He’d almost want to offer him to stay in his
tribe with him but there were people waiting for Hawke back at his tribe. He
couldn’t take him away from them, not when they seemed so close. But they’d
come this far as Fenris knew he must belong with the Imperium. There was no
turning back now. Maybe some kind of alliance could be made. Hawke’s tribe
would be worthy allies, strong as they were.
“Does this…mean anything?” Hawke was apparently on the same wavelength as he
finished cleaning Fenris’s face. There they were, faces as close as they were
last night. Fenris cleared his throat and drew his gaze away.
“Perhaps we should…leave it be for now,” Fenris suggested. Hawke nodded. They
could talk about it when Fenris wasn’t going to walk out of his life forever.
And by that of course, it meant they were never going to talk about it. Some
things were better left unsaid.
They dried in the heat, pulling their clothes back on and readjusting weaponry.
Fenris spent most of the walk squeezing the water out of his hair while Hawke
watched, chuckling.
 
By the time evening was approaching, they had gotten two thirds of the way
there. One more day should do it, the pair had concluded. However, this did
mean they were going to have to rest for the night again. Fenris felt on edge,
rocking on the balls of his feet in his steps, fists clenching. After last
night’s debacle, he wasn’t eager to rest for the night. They were growing close
to Tevinter territory now, that meant bandits and those who had resorted to a
life of crime were in a higher abundance. There were positives and negatives to
being closer to other tribes.
Abruptly, he was nudged out of his thoughts by Hawke’s elbow. He grunted and
looked to where Hawke was pointing. In the distance was smoke, streaming up
into the sky. It was a clear sign of settlement, a fire.
“I think I know them!” Hawke exclaimed. Fenris narrowed his eyes. While it
would be nice to sleep at an actual settlement, what were the chances of that?
Most tribes he knew didn’t just willingly let strangers into their tribe. You
couldn’t trust anyone, who knew if they wanted to steal? Or worse, murder you
in your sleep. It was risky. Fenris had no intentions of playing with fire when
they had come this far. Hawke turned to him. “If this is where I think it is,
we helped a woman back at my home tribe. They’d owe me a debt,”
A fair arrangement, he supposed. They would be obliged to take Hawke in for the
night if they were in his debt. For him, however, he was just a stranger and
was owed nothing. He didn’t fancy the idea of surviving out in the wild by
himself. What if he was attacked in his sleep? He was lucky he was in the
scuffle the night before in the first place, given he was awake at the time.
Besides, he wanted to remain by Hawke’s side. However, a frown crossed his
face. He didn’t want to neglect Hawke of comfort either for his own sake. He
didn’t want Hawke to go without simply because he could not.
“Are you sure this is wise?” he eventually asked. Hawke grinned at him, that
cheeky smile that went from ear to ear.
“Nope! But we might not have to sleep outside and it’s worth that chance
right?” Hawke countered. Fenris sighed and nodded. Perhaps there would be no
harm in Hawke just checking whether they were in fact who he thought they were.
It was only a minor diversion. He followed him like a puppy, heading back into
the cluster of trees in the direction of the smoke in the air.
Steadily, they approached the settlement in the clearing. It was fairly large,
almost as vast as the Imperium. It was a strong contrast to Hawke’s little
settlement back with his friends. As they walked to the borders of the
settlement, a crowd of people gathered, weapons raised by their sides, watching
them carefully. It was no surprise; they were intruding on their grounds. Hawke
raised his hands in a motion of surrender, gesturing that he meant no harm and
the people seemed to settle very slightly.
Hawke scanned the crowd, looking for a familiar face. Perhaps it was the wrong
place after all. No big deal, he’d just apologise and they would be on their
way. However, a woman pushed through the people to reveal herself. She was an
elderly woman, grey hair tied back and dark eyes looking directly at Hawke. She
seemed surprised at first before gesturing for the people around her to lower
their weapons.
“Garrett?” she questioned. Fenris pulled a confused expression, looking up at
Hawke as a smile grew on his face and he nodded. “Oh I haven’t seen you since
you were a boy! Come,”
She gestured for Hawke to follow, as he moved to do as she asked he noticed
Fenris still stood still. Lightly, he grabbed his wrist and pulled him along.
Was the old woman going to take offense to this? He really shouldn’t be here,
is what he concluded as Hawke tugged him along. Everyone was casting gazes
their way and Fenris knew that if they were to attack him they’d be fully
justified in doing so. However, there was a slightly more confusing, pressing
matter at hand.
Who in the Maker’s name is Garrett?
The elderly woman gestured to them to sit facing her by the fire. There were
many people bustling around the settlement, looking their way but not
disturbing them whilst they were with the woman.
“How are you doing Miriam?” Hawke asked, seemingly rather giddy to be here.
“Quite alright, dear. We’re getting by. I’m ever so sorry about what happened
to Lothering. You know your mother and I were close but I’m sure she’d be proud
of the handsome man you’ve become,” she began. Hawke flinched at the comment as
if salt had been rubbed on a raw wound, the smile on his face dropping
instantly. A sore subject then, Fenris noted, although he realised that Hawke
had never talked much about this Lothering before but he presumed it must be
where he was originally from. Seeing Hawke’s discomfort, Miriam changed the
subject. “But I don’t mean to upset you by bringing up the past. Who’s this
young man with you? Your mate?”
Fenris flushed a little at the question, Hawke’s eyes drawing towards him
before he chuckled a little. Did it appear that way? They must have each
other’s scent. Perhaps that was why they were willing to let him in as well, if
they thought he was mated to Hawke.
“No, I just helped him out after I found him injured in this woods. His name is
Fenris, I’m taking him home,” Hawke explained, shaking his head and hands.
Miriam raised her eyebrows.
“Home?” she replied.
“The Imperium,” Fenris clarified. A small gasp left her lips. That was the
reaction he usually got, Hawke had seemed relatively unfazed when he told him
where he was from. Though judging by the way Hawke allowed just about anyone
from any region to join his little tribe, it came as no surprise that he didn’t
have any prejudices or discriminated against anyone. He’d truly never met
anyone like him. Most people knew the Imperium as a tribe to be feared. Rightly
so, their hunters were some of the most dangerous. There was a small amount of
pride in that fact, knowing he was one of their prized hunters. In reality, the
countless murders bordered on the inhumane and savage.
Did he really want to go back to that? The thought had been wandering around
his mind ever since he left Hawke’s tribe. It would be dependent on the outcome
of the answers he was hoping to find back home. He could never impose on Hawke
so if something were to go tragically wrong he wasn’t sure what he was going to
do.
“Still unmated then, Garrett?” she spoke up after a brief moment of silence.
There it was again, Garrett. Had Hawke lied about his name? Everyone back at
his tribe called him Hawke. Perhaps Garrett had something to do with a life he
was trying to escape from.
“I know, shocking isn’t it? With these good looks you’d think everyone would be
all over me,” he joked in response. Fenris felt his lip curl at the response. A
ridiculously vain response from a ridiculous man. Miriam seemed to find the
humour in it as well however, giggling a little.
She rose to her feet, declaring that she was going to get them something to
eat. The idea of a proper meal sounded good after going 48 hours without one.
Hawke stretched, his stomach growling. It was impossible to live solely off the
snacks they had brought with them and unless they wanted to make a habit of
being on the move they didn’t truly have the time to stop and hunt for a bigger
meal. At least Miriam seemed accommodating, perhaps she’d let them stay the
night as she was already offering them something to eat.
“Is Garrett your true name?” Fenris questioned once she was gone. Hawke gave a
hearty laugh.
“It’s my first name. Garrett Hawke. No one ever calls me by my first name
anymore though. Well, apart from Miriam apparently. Hawke is just fine,” he
explained. Fenris nodded. So that explained it.
A grin crossed Hawke’s face as she returned with a meaty meal for the two of
them. It was nice to sink his teeth into the chewy meat, Fenris watched him out
of the corner of his eye as he dug in to his own. The man ate like a horse,
shovelling in mouthful after mouthful and licking his lips clean of leftovers.
Fenris stared at his own, taking more dignified and cautious bites. He was
careful not to make a mess as it would be rude and disrespectful. Hawke didn’t
seem to hold any regard for that, making his way through the food as if his
life depended on it. One could assume he was just hungry but in the short while
Fenris had known him, he’d yet to eat any other way.
 
Miriam set them up for the night. Hawke and Fenris were glad to have somewhere
a little more comfortable to sleep. It was warmer and there was shelter, the
worry of bandits was far back in their minds. They could both get some sleep
too, at the same time for which they were grateful.
However, as Fenris lay beneath the blankets beside Hawke, he couldn’t will
himself to sleep. He stared up at the ceiling, counting each pattern. No matter
how much he wished to get some good rest, he couldn’t do it. He sighed as he
lightly pushed the blanket off from over him. Perhaps a walk in the fresh air
would make him feel sleepy. Quietly, although disturbing Hawke’s sleep seemed
like an unlikely event anyway, he walked out into the open air. He looked
around for any sight of other inhabitants but it seemed silent. Everyone was
resting. Fenris moved as quietly as he could.
“Fenris?” Miriam’s voice startled him. He jumped, turning around to see the
woman packing a few things into a small bag. “What are you doing up?”
“I…could not sleep. Sorry to have disturbed you,” he instantly apologised,
bowing his head. She laughed warmly, shaking her head and put the bag to one
side. She strolled over to him, telling him to follow her and walked ahead.
Fenris tilted his head slightly like a curious dog, wondering what her
intentions were.
She led him a little out of the way of the main part of the settlement. She
guided him up a hill, not too large, but it was a beautiful sight Fenris
realised once he was up there. From here you could see the clearing, where the
trees parted to make way for the night sky glimmering in all its beauty. The
stars peeked out from behind misty clouds, trying to make a name for themselves
as they shone brightly in contrast to the darkness of the sky. The trees barely
rustled, a miniscule gust of wind barely rushing by as if not to wake the Earth
from its peaceful slumber.
He briefly glanced at her as she gestured for him to sit. He took a seat beside
her, unable now to stray his eyes away from the sky. It was drawing him in,
intoxicating him, it was if nothing else mattered.
“It’s wonderful isn’t it?” Miriam eventually said, also looking up to the
parting of the trees. Fenris nodded. He felt rather at ease, despite being with
this strange woman in this strange place. Perhaps there were something in the
air, perhaps it was just because it was so different from being home.
“May I…ask you something?” Fenris asked. Miriam seemed genuinely surprised by
the question but nodded. “Perhaps it is not your place to tell me but…what
happened to Lothering?”
With a deep exhale, she looked down from the sky and at her feet. Her hands
soothed the goose bumps on her bare legs from the chill of the night. It was a
difficult question. Fenris was ready to retract it if it was a sensitive topic.
By Hawke’s own avoidance of the topic he presumed that to be the case. Maybe it
was Hawke’s place to tell him. But he was leaving Hawke soon and he wished to
satiate his curiosity. Miriam appeared to have answers for him even if her
eyebrows did furrow at the simple mention of it.
“I spent much of my time trying to help rebuild Lothering but it will never be
what it used to be. It’s practically a lost cause now,” she began. Fenris
managed to draw his eyes away from the sky to give her his attention. “You’ve
heard of the Darkspawn tribes haven’t you? They were causing huge problems for
a lot of Ferelden tribes until that Grey Warden tribe handled the hostile ones
practically single-handedly and the rest retreated. It’s a story practically
everyone knows these days. Unfortunately, Lothering didn’t make it through
their attacks. The place was burnt to the ground and it killed the majority of
the people living there,”
“What of Hawke?” Fenris said after a moment of silence, taking in what had been
said.
“Garrett was barely an adult when it happened. His father died of sickness a
few years prior but he lost the rest of his family in that attack. His mother
and his two younger siblings. They were such lovely people, helped me when I
was injured on the road. As you can imagine, Garrett was quite distraught,” she
explained.
Fenris couldn’t find the words to speak. He had to look away from her mournful
gaze and retreated to the peaceful embrace of the beautiful sky. Hawke
certainly didn’t act like he’d been through so much. He seemed pretty
comfortable with the people back at his tribe. He was so nice, a kindness
Fenris hadn’t found in many. He’d yet to repay him in the slightest. His heart
pounded at the thought of having to leave him.
He didn’t want to leave him. His warm embraces, his goofy smiles, ill-placed
jokes; he was going to miss all of it. He’d miss his touch, the rough feel of
his hands on him, the warm gaze he lay upon him when he thought he wasn’t
looking. He was going to leave it all behind? But what else could he do?
“Thank you Miriam,” Fenris said, standing back on his feet.
“No problems Fenris,” she replied as he made his way back to Hawke. There was a
stubbornness in his throat as he walked in, the butterflies churning up his
stomach.
Hawke lay asleep, huddled up in the blankets with a solemn expression. Fenris
wanted to laugh as he snored a little. Truly ungraceful. Taking a confident
breath, Fenris crawled in beside him. He took a fair share of the warmth,
glancing up at his face. He didn’t seem disturbed.
Warily, Fenris wrapped his arms around him and drank in the heat and the smell.
The hairs on his chest brushed against his own smooth body. Hawke’s body was
built so strong, so thick in contrast to his own slender one. He could stay in
this moment forever, feeling him against him. As his eyes threatened to flutter
closed, he felt Hawke stir. He shuffled a little in his grasp and Fenris
worried he was uncomfortable and was about to shove him away. He was going to
be humiliated if he was rejected now.
When he looked up, Hawke’s eyes fluttered open. Amber eyes staring back into
his green ones, half-dazed and not fully awake. He blinked a couple times
before seeming to register what was going on. Fenris’s arms around him, hands
on his back, body pressed up against his and his legs rubbing lightly against
his own. For a moment, he wondered if he was dreaming. Was Fenris really here
in his arms?
“Fenris—” he breathed out, almost stumbling over his name. But he was silenced.
Their lips met, Fenris’s eyes shut tight as he pushed his mouth against his. He
kissed him with uncertainty, unsure of what to do now he was pressed against
him. After the initial shock, Hawke settled in the embrace, grabbing Fenris’s
waist tightly and moving his lips against his, capturing him in a moment of
passion. A hand slid up to caress Fenris’s cheek, thumb gliding over his cheek
as the others settled behind his ear. He kissed him deeper, bristles of his
beard brushing against his soft chin.
Eventually, air became necessary. Both took a steady breath as they parted.
Hawke nervously pressed another gentle kiss on his lips to test the waters.
However, Fenris said nothing and burrowed his face down against Hawke’s neck
and nuzzled into him.
Unsure of what had just happened, Hawke let his eyes close again and gave in to
slumber.
***** Truth *****
Chapter Summary
     The duo make it to the Imperium and Fenris finds out things about his
     past that he wishes he didn't.
Chapter Notes
     PLEASE READ!
     This chapter contains some extremely sensitive content. This fic has
     turned an extremely dark corner (that I always had planned but here
     it is) so if you are uncomfortable with any of the following be
     warned:
     Contains non-consensual drug use, attempted rape/non-con, discussions
     of non-consensual underage sex (and hebephilia I guess), and an
     overall vibe of gross and creepy.
     Read at your own risk!
     Next chapter shall be the last my friends.
No matter how much he had wanted to lay there, Fenris in his arms, blanket
hanging loosely over their tangled bodies, he couldn’t. A discussion needed to
be had before they set off for their final march to the Imperium. A lot had
happened last night. Hawke worried about messing things up, wondering if words
would only complicate things. So maybe he should’ve let Fenris climb on him
this morning, let him kiss him deeper and glide his hands along his chest. Who
knew where things would’ve led? With a lump in his throat, he stopped him.
That’s how they ended up here. Sat with crossed legs facing one another. Fenris
was avoiding eye contact, looking anywhere but him, clearly somewhat
embarrassed and frustrated by Hawke’s rejection of his advances this morning.
“We need to talk about this,” Hawke said softly, hoping he wasn’t going to
regret it. It was the first coherent sentence he’d spat out since they’d kissed
last night. He watched as Fenris’s eyes slowly flickered over to him,
uncertain. “Are you…okay?”
“I am fine, Hawke. If my…actions have made you uncomfortable, I apologise. I am
fully capable of walking the rest of the way by myself,” he replied, eyebrows
furrowed leaving little creases in his skin.
Hawke frowned.
“Uncomfortable? No. I am over the moon you don’t understand; I couldn’t be
happier that you feel affection for me! I’ve thought of nothing but your
embrace for days,” he admitted, flailing his arms into the air. Fenris’s fists
bit into his shorts. If he had looked frustrated before, agitated would be a
better word to describe him now. His hands were shaking slightly, trembling
just enough for Hawke to notice.
“Then what’s the problem?” Fenris asked.
Hawke’s fingers rubbed his temples. He knew Fenris wanted this, he was by no
means taking advantage of him an alpha but…there was this uncomfortable
stirring in his gut like he was doing something wrong. Fenris had been put in
many vulnerable positions since he discovered his own place as an omega, some
forced and some of his own desire. He couldn’t help but think he was acting
rashly. Did he even think about it?
Probably not, guessing by the way he pressed his lips together.
“I care about you, I do, but I’m just...I don’t know if you’re making the right
choice. You don’t have to do anything for me just because I’m an alpha. You
don’t have to put yourself in that sort of position, we’re equals you know?
Maker, after what happened the other night…they tried to take advantage of you
Fenris, that’s awful. Look I don’t know much about being an omega but…” Hawke
began.
“You’re right. You do not know what it’s like to be an omega,” Fenris cut him
short. Hawke stared at him. He wasted no time in continuing. “I have had over a
week to think about this, about how it changes things for me. I should have
known that people can tell now, should have woken you up when I was in danger.
It’s a…disadvantage now, I put myself in a position I shouldn’t have. I am
still adjusting. I have seen what it is like for omegas in the Imperium,”
He reached out to grab Fenris’s hands, taking note of his wide eyes when he
rubbed his thumbs against the backs of his hands. He didn’t know much but he
could say for certain that Fenris shouldn’t have to live the way he did. No
omega should.
“I should have been there for you,” Hawke replied, shaking his head. “You
needed me and…and I let you do that in the river and…”
“Is that what this is about?” Fenris interrupted. Hawke’s eyes flickered up to
meet his stern gaze. His hands slipped out from his grasp and sat back in his
lap. Was he…mad at him for being concerned? He yearned to reach out and take
his hands back into his hold again, just to feel Fenris’s skin against his. He
shouldn’t be forceful, he thought, that would derail his entire point. “I told
you Hawke, I did that because I wanted to. You did not take advantage of me,”
There was a brief silence and Fenris struggled to hold his gaze. He looked away
after a moment, letting Hawke dwell on his words. Things were complicating
themselves now.
“But…the people who attacked you…” Hawke muttered. Fenris’s head turned
rapidly.
“It was nothing! I can’t believe we’re arguing about this. They’re dead, I
killed them, it does not matter. Barely anything happened. I’m not a child,
Hawke, I know the kind of life omegas lead. Some of them get raped, murdered,
tortured, impregnated against their will. I should be grateful that I have my
own strength on my side, that this did not happen to me. I have to accept this
is the kind of life they live,” Fenris snapped.
No, it didn’t have to be like this.
Hawke shook his head.
“No, you don’t. It’s not like that where I’m from, you’re a person Fenris, just
like any other. You don’t have to be used or…or anything like that. We are
equals,” he tried to reason with him.
“You’re delusional,” Fenris remarked in response but he was tugged back to
reality by a hand on his cheek. It forced him to look at him, hold his gaze.
Hawke had to take a moment to drink in the sight. He seemed so delicate like
this, like he could reach over and choke him at any point. He knew he couldn’t
though, that Fenris would have a blade to his throat in seconds if he tried. He
ran his fingers along his jaw, thumb brushing over a smooth cheek. Bright green
eyes, flat nose, extremely kissable lips slightly parted. Fenris watched him as
he slid his hand down the side of his face. His hands met the item around his
neck. Some kind of elaborate necklace, judging by the jewel hanging from a
small hook, but it chafed around his throat like a collar. Perhaps it served as
protection against choking him.
Strange though. Fenris jerked when he slid his finger to the base of his throat
near the jewel, across the collar, the slightest inkling of fear and
trepidation flickering in his eyes. What was with that kind of reaction?
“It’s okay to be scared,” Hawke said after a moment. Fenris reached up to grab
the hand that was lingering on his neck, tugging it away.
“Don’t do that,” he responded firmly. He didn’t let go of his hand, but held it
suspended in the air close to his chest. Hawke shot him a questioning look.
“I…don’t like it. I just don’t, okay?”
He nodded. If Fenris didn’t want to talk about it, he wouldn’t push him to.
However, he couldn’t help but be curious. Normal people didn’t react that
strongly. Of course someone touching your throat was a symbol of trust as it
were, but he had never seen such a look of genuine fear on Fenris’s face yet.
It wasn’t like Fenris didn’t trust him, if he didn’t then the incident at the
river would’ve never happened. He could’ve easily taken advantage of him then,
done sinful things to him. He could’ve pinned him face down in the dirt and—
No, why was he even thinking like that? He had no desire to see Fenris so
debauched. He was sounding just like the disgusting alphas who would do such a
thing, that Fenris spoke of.
“Where did you get it?” Hawke asked, unable to tear his gaze away from the
collar. It looked fairly expensive, you didn't just find jewels like that
laying around anywhere. It fit so snugly around his neck too, like it had been
specifically made for him.
Fenris averted his gaze.
“It was a gift,” he told him, letting go of his hand so he could twirl the
jewel between his fingers. “I've had it since I got my tattoos,”
“From whom?”
“Danarius,”
“Seems like a pricey gift. He must really like you,”
Fenris shuffled uncomfortably.
“I guess,” he said quietly. Despite the high praises he gave the man, when
Hawke mentioned him Fenris often responded timidly. Alphas didn't just get
expensive gifts with fancy jewels for any old omega. He wasn't related to him
either. Hawke didn't know how much older the man was than Fenris but by the
sounds of things, he was trying to court Fenris. Not that he could blame anyone
for wanting to court him.
However, if Danarius was unaware of Fenris's status as an omega, it just didn't
make any sense. Alphas didn't court betas, unless there were some weird rules
in Tevinter. Was Danarius even an alpha?
“Fenris you aren't...mated to anyone else are you?” The words came out before
he could filter them. Fenris scrunched his face. He tore his hands away from
the collar and moved back from Hawke.
“How could you say something like that? Of course not!” Fenris sounded hurt. He
didn't want to say that if he had, everything would make more sense. His less
intense heat, gifts from another man, the way he sucked his cock with ease.
Well, the latter could just be a lucky coincidence. Hawke felt a twinge of
jealousy. If Fenris liked expensive gifts, then he could try and gather the
coin to buy him an expensive gift. No doubt Varric knew where one could get a
cheap price for something like that, he was good at that sort of thing.
“I'm sorry. It just slipped out,” he mumbled. “I shouldn't have asked,”
Fenris’s expression softened, in fact his whole body seemed to relax. Hawke’s
breath hitched as he shuffled towards him, his tattooed hands gliding over his
shoulders. He was so close he could feel his breath on his neck. Lidded green
eyes looked up at him. He didn't stop him when their lips met, kissing him
deeply. Hawke's hand found the back of his neck as he kissed him, fingers
running through threads of white hair. Fenris shivered lightly, letting himself
move closer until their chests brushed against one another.
He was breathless when they parted. Amber eyes gazing into green.
“I have never been with anyone else,” Fenris breathed. His hands slid down
Hawke's arms. “You are the first man I've ever wanted to lie with,”
Hawke swallowed roughly at the implication. It wasn't to say he didn't want to
but this was all moving so fast and he highly doubted that Fenris really knew
what he wanted. He would look positively erotic though, he was sure. Long legs
around his hips, moaning helplessly as he moved inside of him, red flush
painted across his face. That sweet scent of his would've overwhelmed his
senses.
Hawke could practically feel his cock protest when he pushed Fenris back on the
heels of his feet. Denied again, Fenris thought. He furrowed his eyebrows.
Hawke sighed, wondering if his action had been misleading, before pressing a
chaste kiss on Fenris's lips.
“I have no idea where you think this is going, Fenris. You're going back to the
Imperium and I don't belong there. I care about you, I do, but I don't want you
to do anything you'll regret,” he explained, watching for Fenris's reaction.
“You think I will regret you?” He asked.
“I think we need to take a step back. If you want this, us, I want to do it
properly,” Hawke explained, heart hammering in his chest. He could feel the
sweat gather on his palms. He didn't know why he was so nervous about this. He
had guided Fenris through his heat and allowed him to relieve him at the river,
yet he was sweating over a proposal dangling on a 'maybe’. He gazed at Fenris
with utmost seriousness, grabbing his hands again. “Let me court you,”
Fenris's eyes widened, his whole body going rigid. No one had ever offered to
court him before. Though he supposed it wasn't often betas got courted in the
first place. No reason why they couldn't, it was just a tradition mainly
amongst alphas and omegas. He wasn't sure how he felt about it, being courted
by Hawke. He wasn't opposed to it, of course not, he just had no idea what
exactly that would intend and whether he'd be the best receptacle. After all,
betas didn't get taught how to respond to these sorts of things.
Before he could answer, there was a pattering on the wall. Both turned around
to see Miriam peering her head in.
“Breakfast?” she offered, a smile on her face.
 
With full stomachs, Fenris and Hawke waved and said their goodbyes to Miriam,
thanking her for her kindness. They were bound to be back at the Imperium by
the afternoon. Anxiety was coursing through Fenris’s veins; he didn’t know what
to expect. They probably weren’t expecting him back. They’d look at him like
he’d just been raised from the dead. He couldn’t imagine they’d react too well
to Hawke either, people from Tevinter didn’t generally like Fereldens. They’d
assume things about their relationship – not that they would be too far wrong,
but they would definitely blow it out of proportion. He wasn’t looking forward
to it. It was a weird feeling when he thought about it like that, shouldn’t he
be happy to be going home with everyone he had grown up with?
The more he thought about it, the more he realised how detached he had been
from most of his tribe. Danarius had hovered over him like a mother. Did he
really even have many other friends? Perhaps that was why he had found Hawke’s
little tribe so strange. At least he had Danarius, he supposed, he would be
happy to see him again wouldn’t he? Idly, he played with the jewel on his
collar.
Glancing over at Hawke, he realised that he never told Hawke that he knew about
Lothering. Would he be angry with him if he found that he’d asked Miriam about
it? Hawke was unlike any man he’d ever met but with something as sensitive as
what had happened, he couldn’t assume that he would be fine with it. It
wouldn’t be surprising if he had tried to block it out. Fenris could think of
some gaps in his own memory.
He’d leave it for now.
“They’re gonna hate me, aren’t they?” Hawke suddenly mentioned. He took the
flask of water out of his bag and took a sip. Fenris swallowed roughly.
“Probably,” he replied. He couldn’t find it in him to lie about it. The
Imperium were not exactly the friendliest tribe in the world. They had a
violent record of victories against other tribes and a history of pillaging
villages. Fenris wondered if Hawke knew. He wondered if he’d be disgusted with
him to find out he wanted to go back there, to a place that destroyed homes and
families and lives. He was associated with a place that did things like the
Darkspawn had done to Lothering.
Never him though. He’d done awful things, sure, killed more than he’d ever like
to admit. However, he wasn’t about to do…something like that. Right? It made
men like Hawke.
“Maybe I’ll see you again,” Hawke wasn’t looking at him when he said it,
putting the flask away in his bag. When Fenris stared at him and took his hand
off his jewel, he sighed. “If…you want that is,”
“I…Perhaps,” was all he could manage. Hawke nodded. Of course he wanted to see
him again. He couldn’t do it now, he couldn’t leave him at the Imperium and
never see him again. He didn’t know what other solution there was but they
would find out. Hawke had mentioned courting him and he wasn’t opposed to the
idea. One minute they were making plans for the future and the next they were
talking as if they would never see each other again.
The rest of the journey was relatively quiet.
 
“They should be thanking me for bringing you back alive,”
“I still don’t think this is a good idea,”
“It isn’t but…I care about you. The least I can do is try until they chase me
away with flaming pitchforks,”
Fenris chuckled at that. They’d stopped walking, seeing the entrance not too
far away. The air had changed around them as they approached the borders of the
Imperium. The heat had risen, the southern parts were always more hot, and the
slight slick of sweat on their skin from their travelling was proof of that.
There would be some guards nearby to prevent any unruly “guests”. They would
recognise Fenris, but he was unsure as to how they’d react having Hawke at his
side. Would he even be able to convince them to let him in with him? He’d have
to be stubborn.
“In case this…does not go too well,” Fenris said, eyes flickering towards Hawke
as he turned. Hawke raised his eyebrows but did not complain when Fenris’s
fingers tangled themselves in the scarf around his neck and pulled his body
down to meet his lips.
He groaned into the kiss, hands moving up to hold the sides of Fenris’s cheeks
and draw him in. Fenris didn’t hold back, pressing his chest against Hawke’s
and allowing the man to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue over his lips and
against his own. He breathed in his scent deeply, hesitant to pull away but
necessity to breathe had other plans.
He smiled at him, warm, kind, Fenris felt his heart flutter. Hawke pressed a
small, chaste kiss on his lips. Was he really about to give this up?
Fenris walked ahead, Hawke in tow. To say he was nervous was an understatement.
He could see the two guards up ahead by the wooden gate, blades in hand. He
studied the stern looks on their faces, he could tell that they had been
working a long shift by the darkness under their eyes. That should make things
a little easier, he thought. He put his hand on Hawke’s chest, stopping him
from walking any further. The guards hadn’t noticed them yet. Fenris considered
himself light-footed, so it was no surprise they hadn’t noticed him but Hawke’s
own heavy footsteps would surely alert them.
“Halt! Who goes there?” one of the guards called out. Fenris spared a glance at
Hawke as he walked forwards. He allowed Hawke to follow carefully behind.
“Fenris?” the second guard questioned. The two guards looked at each other
before returning their attention to Hawke and Fenris. They stiffen considerably
around the hilt of their blades. “This is no illusion; you live?”
Fenris nodded.
“Who is this?” the first guard drew his blade and pointed it at Hawke’s throat.
Hawke, for once, knew better than to talk and keeps his mouth shut. He lifted
his arms into the air by his head, a display of submission and surrender.
However, he pleaded Fenris with his eyes.
“A friend, he saved my life. The Imperium should consider themselves indebted
to the service he has provided, my life is worth double that of either of
yours,” Fenris told them calmly, watching as the first guard slowly lowered his
blade so it wasn’t adjacent to Hawke’s throat. Hawke exhaled, letting his arms
swing back by his sides, relieved to no longer have the threat at his neck. The
two guards seem to talk with their eyes, giving each other questioning looks.
The first guard pressed his lips together as Fenris spoke again. “I hold myself
personally responsible for his actions, you know me more than capable. Grant us
both passage through,”
“Leave the bag and the weapons,” the second guard demanded, meeting Hawke’s
gaze. When Hawke glanced at Fenris, he nodded.
An exhale left his lips as he tossed the bag to one side along with his staff-
blade. He unsheathed the knife from his thigh and folded his arms over his
chest once he had disposed of all weaponry. He felt naked without it all. There
was nothing stopping him from casting magic with his hands, that and he
considered himself able to pack a good punch. He had a good feeling Fenris
wasn’t about to let him get hurt either.
“Danarius will be happy to see you,” the first guard commented, bringing his
blade back down by his side. “He’s been causing everyone hell looking for you,”
“I see. Thank you,” Fenris replied, watching as the guards opened the gate and
allowed him and Hawke to enter.
Hawke had prickled at the sound of Danarius’s name. Would he finally get to
meet the man? He had so many questions. He rubbed at his arms as he walked
behind Fenris. He didn’t know what to expect from him. He knew a couple key
facts about him. Danarius had raised Fenris, took care of him, trained him. He
also seemed to treasure Fenris, buying him expensive gifts and wearing himself
out trying to find him when he went missing.
All evidence suggested that Danarius was a good man, but Hawke couldn’t stop
this spinning in his gut. Something rubbed him the wrong way. He shook his
head, maybe it was just petty alpha jealousy. He shouldn’t be too quick to
assume. However, he had always trusted his instincts, maybe for once he was
wrong.
He had to stay close by Fenris’s side when he walked in. He could feel people’s
eyes on him, alphas, betas, and omegas alike. The Imperium was much larger than
he had anticipated. It was…grand. Many people were dressed up in fancy outfits
made of well-tailored silks and other fine fabrics. It almost had a force of
its own, the place lived and breathed, the hustle and bustle of its people
keeping it alive. Most turned to look at him as he walked past. In small
crowds, he could see tall men and women dressed in a similar fashion to Fenris,
tattoos swirling up their bodies. However, none of them were in such great
detail as Fenris’s.
“Fenris,” a woman’s voice spoke. The murmuring and stares had left Hawke on
edge so the voice had made him jump. He turned to look at the source. Fenris
had stopped and was staring into the face of a young woman, pale, icy blue eyes
and dark hair curling at her shoulders. She had a wry smile on her face, arms
folded over her chest. Like many others, she was dressed up in smooth fabrics,
a rich blue with golden seams. “We all thought you had died,”
Fenris’s eyebrows furrowed, seemingly wanting to bark back at her but biting
his tongue.
“Unfortunately not, Hadriana,” his tone was bitter. Who was this woman? She
scowled at him. Hawke didn’t need to know anything about the history between
these two to know there was hostility in the air.
“And who’s this mutt you’ve brought back with you?” she growled, knowing she
could not cause a scene in the streets. Her glare turned to Hawke when she said
it, sending shudders down his spine. A look like that could surely kill a man.
He had yet to speak to anyone here so judgement for being Ferelden was out of
the question. He didn’t think his clothes looked particularly Ferelden in
fashion, he had collected bits and pieces over the years from different
places. 
He could see Fenris’s throat bob as he swallowed roughly.
“The reason I am stood here alive,” he answered, voice low. He almost
sounded…protective. Hawke blinked quickly, looking at Fenris with surprise.
“Now if you don’t mind, I do believe Danarius would like to know of my
presence,”
Hadriana visibly grit her teeth.
“Of course. Don’t let me stop you,” she said, grinning with as much
maliciousness as a hunter who had finally caught their prey. Fenris rolled his
eyes, gesturing for Hawke to follow him and making a head start past her.
It all was a lot to sink in. He knew Fenris had a life beyond what he knew of
him but actually seeing it was different. All these people that Fenris knew,
had history with, so many experiences before he had met him. He wondered how
many of them he’d get to hear about. Before it could settle in, Fenris was
already walking away. As he chased after him, there was a hand on his shoulder
stopping him. Hadriana stared at him, eyes narrow. She leaned up to speak.
“Watch yourself, alpha. I don’t know what your intentions are but stick to
chasing the skirts of pretty little omegas if you know what’s good for you.
Danarius won’t appreciate you sniffing around his pet,” she whispered to him, a
hiss in her tone. She let him go as quickly as she had grabbed him, and walked
away. Hawke could feel a bead of sweat slide down the side of his face before
he caught up with Fenris.
Had Fenris heard what she said? His pet?  Was she just angry or was there some
truth to her words? There were so many questions being raised and no answers to
be seen. Could she smell him on him? No, she had definitely been a beta. By the
sounds of things, she had no idea Fenris was an omega either. But why warn him?
Perhaps he was overthinking things, like a child caught with his hand in the
cookie jar. He was assuming too quickly that she knew anything of the
relationship he and Fenris had.
“Danarius’s mage apprentice,” Fenris suddenly clarified as they kept walking
side by side. “She’s just annoyed that Danarius will never court her, being a
beta that is. She’s had her nose half way up his ass from day one. Danarius
enjoys my presence more than hers,”
That made sense then. Just angry, Hawke told himself, definitely not implying
that there was something going on. He wanted to get out of this place, he
couldn’t believe this was where Fenris had grown up. He wondered what Fenris
had been like as a child and whether he was anything like the man he was now.
He’d have been cute at least, he concluded, gazing over at the omega in
question. Especially considering he was pretty cute now.
Answers, Hawke thought as they approached where Danarius resided, we’re going
to get answers. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat as he reached the
entrance to the extravagant looking hut. A guard stood outside, glaring daggers
at Hawke but softened at Fenris’s presence. Fenris seemed to pay no mind,
tapping on the side with his fist a couple times before walking inside.
The moment of truth, to put a face to the name. He followed Fenris inside when
Fenris nodded at him.
There was a man stood at a wooden table, fumbling with some objects. Tall and
stiffly upright, his limbs too long for the rest of his body. Like the others,
he too was dressed up in elaborate fabrics. His greying hair was tied back,
keeping it out of his eyes. When Fenris knocked he turned, showing his age in
his wrinkles and a thick layer of facial hair over his chin. He was definitely
too old to be courting someone as young as Fenris. That pushed that idea out of
the window unless there was something incredibly inappropriate going on. Fenris
mentioned nothing of the sort.
“Fenris,” he exclaimed, shock in his voice. Danarius quickly sauntered over,
putting down everything in his hands so he could approach him. As soon as he
was within close proximity, he grabbed hold of Fenris’s cheeks in his hands,
tilting it from side to side to inspect him. Fenris paid no objection to the
touch even though his eyes quickly met the floor. Hawke felt his fists tighten.
“You are safe. Are you hurt boy?”
“I am fine,” Fenris answered. Danarius leaned a little closer, taking his hands
off his cheeks to simply tilt his jaw, inspecting. Hawke could feel his blunt
nails scraping against his palms whilst Danarius roved his beady eyes over his
Fenris’s body.  
Then he drew back sharply. His nose crinkled as if he had smelt something foul.
His gaze instantly snapped to Hawke.
“What have you done to Fenris?” Danarius demanded, eyes narrowed. It took Hawke
a moment to realise that he was the one being spoken to. Panic flickered in
Fenris’s eyes. “It is you I can smell on him, if you have done anything
unsavoury—”
“What?” was all that left his lips.
Luckily, Fenris intervened.
“Danarius please, he saved my life. We owe him thanks,” he said, a slight
tremor in his voice. Danarius drew his gaze back to Fenris, sighing and shaking
his head. Hawke dropped the shoulders he hadn’t realised were tense, the last
thing he wanted was to fight. He didn’t have his weapons or supplies; things
could potentially end very badly. For a man with apprentices and to aid in
training a warrior like Fenris, he had to be strong. Hawke didn’t fancy taking
his chances with those kinds of odds.
“Did he touch you, Fenris?” Danarius asked.
Hawke swallowed roughly, anticipating Fenris’s answer.
“Did you know?” Fenris countered with another question. “Betas do not smell
like alphas they have been in contact with,”
This caught Danarius off guard. Hawke could feel the frustration in his eyes
and strained brow. He moved to rub his temples with his fingers, growing more
agitated as Fenris spoke. Fenris too had become hunched, pressed in lips and a
stern frown. The tension in the air was rising, Fenris’s eyes fixated on
Danarius as he anticipated his reply, yet he remained silenced. He had come
here to get answers and he wasn’t going to leave without them. Danarius had
grown tense with his questioning and that meant that there were answers to be
drawn out of him after all.
“I got separated because I had injured my leg, I could not return because I
thought I was coming down with a fever,” Fenris continued, growing nervous.
“I…fear my position as a hunter may be compromised. My recent experiences
suggest that I…I may be an omega. Why I am only finding this out now, I don’t
know,”
Danarius made a scoffing noise in the back of his throat.
“I cannot believe you are saying such ridiculous things, Fenris. You are and
have always been a beta. An omega having their first heat at 18 is simply
unheard of. Even to be a beta with your capabilities is unlikely,” he dismissed
him, waving his hand as if to shoo him.
“What a load of crap, you can smell him!” It was Hawke who interjected. If
Danarius was an alpha, there was no way he couldn’t detect Fenris’s scent. He
was one of the strongest smelling omegas he’d ever met, a sweet scent at that.
Besides that, the man had already accused him of mating with Fenris – he must
be able to smell him. So what was the point of lying? Denial? Shame? Perhaps he
didn’t want to believe it. An omega as strong as Fenris went against all of
their traditions, he supposed. The only other reason was that he was trying to
worm his way out of the situation and predicament that Fenris had laid out.
Regardless, Danarius didn’t take too kindly to his words.
“Shut your mouth, Ferelden doglord. If one of your filthy kind has disgraced
one of our hunters, I should see you hanged,” he barked. Insulting his homeland
was just a step too far.
“Danarius—” Fenris began, reaching out to settle him by placing a hand on his
arm but his wrist was caught in his grasp. Fenris jumped back a little, a flash
of fear in his eyes as Danarius solidified his iron grip on his wrist.
Hawke wasn’t going to stand for that. He jerked Fenris out of his hold, pulling
the omega towards him. He stumbled, almost losing his footing as he fell back
against Hawke’s chest. If Danarius were to glare any harder at him, he figured
he would burst into flames. Fenris looked up at him, momentarily cradling his
wrist and taking a step forward to move away from the heat of his body. A light
flush covered his cheeks as he was surrounded by his protective aura.
“I know…I know it sounds preposterous but you must trust me. I am at a loss of
what to do, Danarius, but I trust your judgment,” the sincerity in Fenris’s
voice made both alphas soften and relax slightly.  Danarius sighed, folding his
arms over his chest and cocking an eyebrow. He waited for Fenris to continue.
“We are tired from travelling, please allow us both rest for the night. I
assure you, my friend means no harm, he saved my life. If you trust me, you
will trust him for the time being. If you wish, we can continue this
conversation later,”
Danarius paused, tapping his fingers on his arm as he contemplated his words.
“Fine, he can sleep with the servants. Your quarters have been left untouched
my boy, take the rest you need. I will visit you later this evening,” Danarius
compromised. Fenris turned to look at Hawke, knowing it wasn’t the ideal
arrangement but it was something. “You can show your friendwhere he needs to
go,”
 
It was the first time Hawke had slept without Fenris in a while. He had made
his own space in one of the separated compartments of the servant’s quarter. It
was comfier and warmer than their nights on the road, but there was still this
lingering chill from the lack of a warm body next to him. He also found himself
missing the tribe, especially Biscuit. Hawke frowned. He missed Biscuit.
He wondered how Fenris was coping. At least he had no reason to feel a little
homesick. Did he miss sleeping with him? He contemplated getting up and finding
him. He didn’t know where Fenris was and it seemed like the chances of him
getting in trouble were greater than him finding Fenris. He sighed and rolled
onto his side, pressing his face into a soft pillow. He would just have to wait
until morning.
Danarius was going to see him. Had he already gone? Was he there now? What were
they talking about? That man made his stomach churn. So much for treating
Fenris like a prize jewel. When Fenris had talked about him, he didn’t expect
the attitude he had received. ‘Close’ his ass. He treated Fenris like dirt.
Frowning, he realised he wasn’t going to be getting any sleep any time soon.
What mess had he gotten himself into?
With reluctance, he closed his eyes and willed his body to rest.
 
Fenris waited on the bed for Danarius’s arrival. It was getting late, the moon
peeking out from behind the clouds. It didn’t seem like Danarius was going to
come at this rate. He laid back and let out a long exhale. He wanted to clear
all this up as soon as he could. No, he needed to. He had no idea what was
going to happen to him once it was common knowledge that he was an omega. What
was going to happen to Hawke? Danarius didn’t seem keen on letting him stick
around and he had no doubt that he would want to go back to his tribe anyway.
He had to come up with some sort of plan.
He didn’t know why Hawke stuck around. He’d only caused him problems and
inconvenience. On top of that, it felt like he was lying to him – not telling
him that he had asked Miriam about Lothering and knew about his family. He
should really tell him sometime. He just didn’t know how he could bring it up
in casual conversation.
The tapping on the wall made Fenris shoot up right. Danarius strolled inside, a
cup in his hand. So he came after all.
“Apologies for earlier, you can understand that this news is alarming,” he
said, approaching him and getting down the cup on the wooden stand beside the
bed. Fenris shuffled over, allowing him to sit beside him on the sheets. “I had
no intentions of causing harm to you or your friend,”
Fenris pressed his lips together, putting his hands in his lap.
“I don’t know what to do,” he confessed, fidgeting and rubbing his thumbs over
his own hands. Danarius watched him carefully.
“You are certain it was a heat?” he asked. Fenris nodded. That was what Hawke
had told him, everything did add up after all. The overwhelming heat, the cool
down after achieving orgasm, the undeniable ache for an alpha. If he wasn’t an
omega, he didn’t know what that was. What kind of beta went through a heat?
“You do realise that you are far past the age of having your first heat I
presume. It does not make any sense,”
What was he expecting him to say? He was not any wiser than he. If he knew the
answers to these questions, he wouldn’t be sat having this conversation in the
first place. It seemed ridiculous to ask.
“This changes things for you, Fenris. No omega has ever become a hunter; it is
simply not allowed. Falling to your heat in battle is too great of a risk, as I
am sure you are now aware,” he explained. Fenris felt the guilt bubble in his
throat. He was right, his being an omega had been the cause of his separation.
How could he be trusted in battle when he could be swayed by primitive
instincts like that? “However, I have thought about and there is one thing I
could suggest,”
Fenris’s eyes flickered over to him.
“Anything,” he replied. He could’ve sworn he saw Danarius’s lips curl for a
brief moment.
“If you wish to remain a hunter, I could put you on suppressants. I promise not
to tell anyone about you being an omega and no one will be the wiser, it can be
our little secret,” Danarius suggested. Fenris’s fingers dug into the material
of his shorts. “Else, we will have to pull you from the ranks. You knowhow
omegas are treated, Fenris. I would hate to see you degraded and used. You are
worth so much more than that,”
He stiffened at the feel of Danarius’s hand on his bare knee. His thumb rubbed
against the skin lightly, tracing lightly over one of the tattoos swirling down
his leg. He pulled his legs together, shying away from his touch.
In that moment, he missed Hawke.
Much to his relief, Danarius retracted his hand for a moment and reached over
to grab the cup. His fingers circled the rim a couple times, before he looked
back towards Fenris. He held the cup out towards him with a smile. Fenris
peered inside. Water.
“I know this is a lot to taken in, by no means feel obligated to make a
decision right now. Have something to drink, you will feel better,” Danarius
said, gesturing to the cup. Fenris could feel a heavy weight in his gut as his
shaky fingers retracted from the fabric of his shorts to hold the cup. He took
it, staring at his reflection in the surface of the water.
“Thank you…” he mumbled, glancing up at Danarius before he took a sip out of
the cup. The water was cool down his throat, soothing a burn he didn’t know was
there. He didn’t know why it tasted so good. It quenched a thirst he had not
previously noticed. With a steady breath, he brought the rim of the cup back to
his lips and drank greater mouthfuls of the water. It dribbled a little down
his chin and he flushed at the way Danarius chuckled. He wiped the wetness with
the back of his hand, slightly embarrassed at the display.
He took a few deep breaths after he finished the contents of the cup. He
couldn’t believe how quickly he had drunk it. Why had he been so parched?
“I was worried; you being gone for so long. But I just knew you would make it,”
Danarius mused, taking the cup from his hands and putting it back on the stand.
He couldn’t remember letting go of the object, it just slipped away. He moved
and rubbed his lips together, trying to form words but surprised at the fact
that no words came out. “You are the strongest hunter we have, the Imperium’s
pride,”
His limbs felt fragile. When he looked down, his fingers were still moulded
around where the cup had been in his grasp. His hands dropped slowly, resting
back in his lap. He could feel Danarius watching him. Time slowed down, there
was a buzzing in his head. He was stuck tight to the bed but everything was
turning around him. He inhaled shakily, feeling his mouth go dry again.
Danarius’s hand came towards him, cupping the side of his cheek so he turned to
look at him. His hand was cool on his burning skin.
“I wanted to wait Fenris,” his voice dropped a couple notches. Fenris blinked a
little quicker, staring right at him with hazy vision. His thumb rubbed against
his cheek. “You were never supposed to find out. Not until I could have you for
good,”
What was he talking about? Fenris wanted to question him, ask him what was
going on. He wanted to move, jerk away from his touch. Nothing he attempted
succeeded. His body was rigid. Danarius’s fingers slid down his jaw, down his
neck until they circled around the collar. He admired the jewel, twirling it
with the tips of his fingers.
“You force me to do cruel things. You make it hard for a man to resist,” he
continued, leaning close to where his hand rested and inhaling his scent.
Fenris trembled slightly, willing his body to push him away but couldn’t.
He pushed him back against the sheets, fear flickering in his eyes. Fenris
tried to focus, staring up at the man he thought he trusted. His arms jolted
slightly of his will, trying to shuffle back when sweaty palms grasped at his
thighs and coaxed them to part so Danarius could sit between them. As his hands
slid up the expanse of his chest, Fenris could feel the dampness of tears
prickling at the corners of his eyes. His body was reacting, shivering under
the touch.
No, this couldn’t be happening. There was no way.
Focus, Fenris, focus.
“You have grown to be such an impressive young man, Fenris. Nothing like the
delicate little thing you were when you were 13,” Danarius whispered as he
moved back down to his neck, tilting his jaw with his fingers so he could smell
him properly. Fenris squirmed slightly, uncomfortable with the blossoming
arousal that was forming at the touch of his hand on his abdominal muscles. “5
years since I last had you then. I have held myself back for 5 years,”
Fenris’s eyebrows furrowed. He pushed his strength into his legs, shuffling
them around on the bed in hopes of freeing himself from the body on top of him.
“You don’t even remember, do you? Of course not, I rid you of that memory and I
shall rid you of this one once I am done with you. So it does not matter, does
it? You will never remember our hunting trip in the woods, just the two of us,”
Danarius punctuated his words with a squeeze to Fenris’s thigh. He shuffled
closer, grinding his hips between Fenris’s legs eliciting a strained gasp that
he eagerly drank up. “Poor little thing you were, your very first heat. Never
once did you stop me when I decided I was going to have you. In fact, you
should have heard your voice as you begged me to help you,”
Liar.
Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar.
Fenris choked on a sob as Danarius nipped at his neck, and ground his hips into
him again with a growl.
“Everyone believed me when I told them you had fallen sick while we were out.
Not one of them questioned whether you were ill for an entire week. No one
cared, Fenris, whether I fucked you in the dirt over and over again or not,” he
told him, nails digging into his thigh. “It amazes me to this day that I never
knocked you up, with the amount I knotted in you,”
He didn’t know him; he didn’t know this man. Fenris wanted to shake his head,
scream it wasn’t true. He wiggled his fingers slightly, trying to reach for the
knife tucked against one of his legs. Danarius had paid no mind to the blade.
“You were due for your next dosage of suppressant when you got separated from
us that day. I have kept your nature a secret for so long Fenris, you should be
grateful. I have let you remain a hunter, prove yourself, kept you from
becoming common property of the other alphas,” he breathed against his neck,
admiring the bite he had left. Then he laughed, deep from his chest. “Why
bother telling you this? You will forget soon enough. I suppose it is worth it
to see that pretty look on your face,”
Breathless, parted lips. Glossy green eyes, filled with terror and tears.
Danarius stared down at him, looking smug. He tugged on makeshift belt around
Fenris’s waist until it fell loose. Panic thrummed through his veins.
“You will be so much better like this,” Danarius said finally.
Fenris could feel the handle of the blade on his thigh. Yes. Take it, hold it.
His fingers curled around it. Yes. Yes. Yes. He had to get out of here. Come
on, he thought, just a bit more. Danarius rocked his hips into him again and he
whimpered, briefly losing his hold.
He counted it as a miracle that he unsheathed the blade from the strap around
his leg. Danarius paid no mind, busy staring his face and the rise and fall of
his chest. He tightened his fist around the handle, pushing as much strength to
his arm as he could. Shakily, with eyes squeezed shut he plunged the knife into
the body on top of him.
A sickening noise.
When his eyes fluttered open, the clouds of his vision beginning to part,
Danarius looked stricken. Red trickled from his lips, wide eyes and parted
mouth. The warmth of the blood dripping onto his stomach was enough to make him
feel a little nauseous.
“Fenris,” he gasped, reaching down with a hand to feel where the knife had
penetrated him. It was deep in there, Fenris’s shaky fingers still wrapped
around the hilt of the handle. He let go hesitantly.
The adrenaline caught up eventually, wiggling out from underneath Danarius and
shoving his dying body to one side. He panted as he collapsed on the floor in a
flurry to get out of there. He grunted as he hit his head. Scrambling with his
nails, he pushed himself up onto his feet. Without a second thought, shorts
clinging uselessly to his hips, he took off. Anywhere away from here. Anywhere
was better than here.
Hawke.
He stumbled into the servant’s quarters, tripping a few times on the way. His
body was still heavy, flushed, dizzy from whatever was in that water.
Hawke.
Growing drowsy, Hawke was suddenly jolted awake by the pattering footsteps
coming towards him. He sat up in bed, eyes widening as Fenris wobbled towards
him. He caught him as he fell into his lap, fat tears rolling down his reddened
cheeks, sobbing and wailing like a child. The blood on his hands soaked the
material on Hawke’s legs as he clung helplessly to him. Hawke had to pull him
up, running a hand through his hair as he snivelled.
“Fenris?” he asked cautiously, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear. Fenris
said nothing, clawing up at his own throat to rip the collar from his neck.
Hawke watched him silently, wondering if words weren’t appropriate. He sobbed
as it fell to the floor, latching his arms around Hawke’s neck and crying.
“H-He was…going to…to…make m-me forget,” he whispered, stumbling over his words
and sniffling.
 
Hawke didn’t know where they were going and he had a feeling Fenris didn’t
either. They were trudging through the trees aimlessly. He hadn’t asked, hadn’t
questioned it yet. He allowed Fenris to lead him astray, take him away from the
Imperium. After collecting his abandoned weapons and supplies, stealing some
food and shoving it in his bag, Hawke had let Fenris guide him away. Questions
were running through his mind. What happened? Why was Fenris caked in blood? It
had taken him awhile to calm down from the wailing and sobbing.
He couldn’t take it much longer.
“Fenris this is crazy, what is going on?” he asked, grabbing hold of his hand
and stopping him. Fenris snapped around to look at him, jerking his hand out of
his grasp and cradling it against his chest as if he’d been burned. Hawke
frowned. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on,”
Anger, frustration, fear, sadness, Hawke couldn’t tell exactly which was
crossing over Fenris’s face. A mixture of the lot, it seemed. But the notion
stood that he couldn’t do anything about it unless he gave him some answers. He
really needed answers.
“I…cannot. Maybe it would be best to part here,” Fenris replied, squeezing his
cradled hand.
“What? Fenris please,” Hawke said, blinking wildly. He didn’t want to leave
Fenris, especially not now he’d made the conscious decision to leave the
Imperium. For good? Who knew. Whatever the case, he definitely wasn’t about to
leave him while he was vulnerable. He didn’t want to think about the
possibilities and consequences of leaving him as he wished.
Fenris however, disagreed. He grabbed Hawke by his scarf, pushing him back up
against a tree violently. He scrambled for leverage. The position faintly
reminded him on the first time they had met, when he’d held a blade to his
throat in the midst of his heat and threatened him. Biscuit had gone crazy. It
was definitely anger on Fenris’s face now, face contorted into a scowl. Hawke
put his hands up in submission, he meant no harm.
“You do not understand,Garrett,” he snarled. The use of his first name caught
Hawke off guard. He had never used it before. The raw emotion in his voice was
seeping through. His fists that were laced up in his scarf tightened,
threatening to tear holes in the fabric.
“I know,” Hawke breathed, gently reaching to touch his clenched fists. “I know
and that’s why I need you to talk to me,”
At the words, he grunted. His shoulders drooped as he let go of his scarf.
Hawke took the opportunity to neaten himself out, brush off the dust and
straighten up. He had never seen Fenris look so lost in thought, frustrated,
seething with rage. He didn’t know what had happened with Danarius but it
couldn’t have been a pleasant chat by the looks of things. Was that who’s blood
was on his hands, his stomach? What had he done to make Fenris so angry? As far
as he was aware, Fenris held some kind of affection for the man so for him to
attack him vicious enough to spill blood…
Nothing good could’ve happened.
“I am sorry…You…I did not mean to take my anger out on you,” Fenris admitted,
gaze cast aside to look at the floor. His hands moved up to hold his arms,
caging his body in a defensive shield.
“It’s alright Fenris. But it’s the middle of the night and Maker’s breath I am
confused.Just…you need to tell me somethingat least. What happened? Where are
we going?” Hawke responded, watching the way Fenris curled in on himself. He
took a step forward, away from the bark that had dug into his back. At his
approach, Fenris took a small step back and refused to meet his gaze.
Until then, Hawke had never noticed how small Fenris was. Perhaps it was his
strength, his pride, the way he held his head up high like a strong warrior
should, that made him seem so much taller than he was. He paraded himself
around as if he had nothing to fear, that he could take on the world despite
his stature and place on the social hierarchy. Even after what had happened
with the bandits who tried to thieve, Fenris had not let himself become so
small as he was right now. Hunched, covering his body, shielding, eyes fixated
on the floor. He cowered like a frightened animal. He recoiled from the world
around him as if he had been struck.
And it was painful to watch.
“Away from here,” he mumbled. Hawke let out a long exhale. It was a start at
least.
“Okay, let’s find a place we can stay for the night then?” Hawke suggested,
wanting to pull him into his arms but resisting the urge. Fenris’s nails dug
into his arms. With a shaky breath, he nodded. “You can tell me when you’re
ready,”
“I…I cannot. You will be repulsed by me, you will no longer want me,” he said,
voice wavering.
Hawke shook his head, no longer able to hold back the urge and taking a stride
towards him. Fenris jumped, eyes flickering up to look at him when he put a
hand on his shoulder. Extra precaution was taken to make sure he didn’t
frighten him too much, his touch was gentle and kind. Fenris seemed nervous at
the touch but did not shy away like he had expected. He was overly wary of his
hands on him. Deep inside, he knew he wouldn’t hurt him. Hawke reached up to
wipe some of the wetness from his eye that he hadn’t noticed. He wasn’t crying
a few moments ago, was he?
“I don’t know what happened. But believe me, there isn’t a thing in this world
that could stop me wanting you,” he told him, carefully moving to slide his
thumb over his lips. “Okay?”
Fenris looked back down at his feet.
“Okay,” he said.
***** Bound *****
Chapter Summary
     After everything, Hawke and Fenris finally make it through.
Chapter Notes
     The beginning of the end, I hope you enjoy this very last chapter!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Miriam had been surprised to see them again. Hawke had promised to give them
the coin he had and offer his aid in tasks around the settlement in return for
a warm bed for the two of them. Fenris was jumpy around other people, guilt
stirring within him that he couldn’t do more to help. However right now, he
wanted nothing more than to bury himself in a grave and never be woken up.
He cocooned himself in the blankets, shielding his body. He was beginning to
lose count of how many nights they spent there. Had it been days, weeks? Hawke
didn’t press any questions for which he was grateful. Occasionally he would ask
if he’d like to talk but didn’t fight when he said no. He brought him food,
water, anything he needed. He was practically at his beck and call. He did so
much for him, it was a wonder why he stuck around when he was behaving so
pathetically. Fenris rolled onto his back, letting go of the blankets so the
fell on top of his chest but no longer caged him.
Hawke hadn’t touched him since the incident with Danarius. Fluttering caresses
of the shoulder and arm with wary eyes, but never anything more. He hadn’t
kissed him nor shown any desire to be intimate with him. Even before they had
reached the Imperium, he had rejected his advances. Fenris groaned and threw an
arm over his forehead. It didn’t make any sense. How could he claim to want him
and then not even touch him? Danarius’s hands on his thighs soured his
thoughts. He was pathetic.
“If I have to get close to one more of those spiders I’m going to set myself on
fire,” Hawke’s voice cut through and Fenris turned to see him walk through the
entrance to the hut. He wiped the sweat from his brow, throwing his staff-blade
to the floor and smiled at him. “How are you feeling?”
Fenris swallowed roughly, moving his arm down from his face and used it to help
push himself up. He fisted the blankets for a moment before tossing them to one
side and standing on his feet. Hawke blinked rapidly, watching him as he
stumbled towards him.
There were tattooed hands in his scarf, tugging, pulling, Hawke’s first
instinct was to prepare himself for a blow. There were no fists, no violence,
only lips on his. Hawke muffled a noise of shock, hands finding leverage on
Fenris’s waist as he insistently kissed him. He couldn’t complain, not when
Fenris was pressing as close to him as he could possible manage and opening his
mouth submissively. Reluctantly, he let his body give in. He breathed in
Fenris’s scent and realised how much he’d missed this.
Then they were stumbling backwards, Fenris was pulling him back to his bundle
of blankets. Their mouths parted as the backs of Fenris’s knees hit the edge of
the bed, as he fell back onto the blankets, he took Hawke with him.
A tangle of limbs, Hawke stared down at Fenris as he lay flushed beneath him.
White hair splayed across the blankets, hands still dug deep into his scarf and
legs parted to accommodate him. He towered over him, hands resting either side
of his head. It was hard not to feel the heat of arousal forming as he looked
at him.
“Do you want me?” Fenris suddenly breathed, fingers stretching out to move away
from his scarf and slid along his jugular before carefully caressing the coarse
hairs of his beard. Hawke swallowed.
“Of course,” he replied, wondering what the correct answer was.
Both of Fenris’s hands cupped the sides of his cheeks, pulling him back to kiss
him again. Hawke felt himself melt into the embrace, alpha instincts kicking in
at the repeated insistence of a willing omega.
“Would you still want me if I had been with another man?” Fenris asked when he
pulled away from his lips. Hawke’s eyes roved over his spit-slicked lips,
breathlessly parted and inviting. He admired the exposed skin of his neck that
he hadn’t seen when he’d worn that collar. Realising Fenris had asked him a
question, he had to snap out of his daze and look up to meet his firm gaze.
“Yes,” he answered. When he had told Fenris that nothing could stop him wanting
him, he hadn’t lied. “But you’re going to have to elaborate Fenris,”
Fenris shuffled beneath him, seemingly a little uncomfortable with his comment.
His eyes darted around the room before he swallowed his pride and returned to
looking at Hawke. His heart hammered in his chest. He knew he could trust
Hawke. The truth remained only with him now as it had died with Danarius. Yet,
it didn’t stop him from feeling anxious.
“I…Danarius…he tried to…” he stammered. Judging by Hawke’s gaze, he could tell
the man had some idea of what he was about to say. Fenris shook his head. “No,
he told…t-told me things,”
Hawke sat back on his lower legs. Gently, he tugged on Fenris’s arm and coaxed
him into a sitting position. His legs were still parted, Hawke between them.
Despite the power imbalance fading away, Fenris felt much more intimate and
close to Hawke in this position. A large hand rested on the small of his back.
“What did he tell you?” Hawke questioned gently. Fenris took a shaky breath. He
was going to tell him, wasn’t he? He could do it, do this. He was going to
know. He promised that he would still want him but he wasn’t confident in his
words. There wasn’t much he could do if he disgusted him. Where would he go if
Hawke left? He had nowhere. Fenris shook the thought from his head. No, he
couldn’t give in like this. Hawke deserved an answer after everything he’d put
him through. He’d followed him to the Imperium to protect him and help him get
answers. It was the least he could do.
So, this was it. Wasn’t it?
“He…took away a memory. A spell, I am not sure. Something he…he…” he started,
growing frustrated at the lack of sense he was making. Hawke hushed him, told
him to take his time. With another deep inhale, he tried again. “According to
his words I…had a heat when I was 13. I-I do not know if this is true but…if…if
it is then he, for the week, he…did…things. He ‘helped’ me,”
Hawke’s eyebrows furrowed and Fenris leaned his face against the top of his
chest.
“It’s like a dream. I do not remember it very well but there…there is something
in the back of my mind. Hands around my throat, he…” he continued, fists
curling against his chest. “In... I-Inside me he’s…ruined me. I don’t know what
he was planning to do with me but…h-he was going to…to do it again so I killed
him,”
“Maker…” Hawke uttered, lightly running his fingers through white locks of
hair.
“So I…understand if you do not want me. I am…damaged goods, unfit for your
attentions,” Fenris said, lightly nuzzling into the hand in his hair.
Hawke frowned. How could he think such a thing? Perhaps in Tevinter it was
something to be ashamed of, that omegas could only ever be with one man and if
they were to do anything but then they were disgraced. Primitive and awful.
Besides, it wasn’t like Fenris had been with him of his own will. His hand
tightened slightly in his hair. What a disgusting old man, he was glad he was
dead. Now he knew why his stomach churned when Fenris had spoken of him, why he
had rubbed him the wrong way. He should’ve always trusted his instincts.
Clearly, Fenris didn’t realise or acknowledge how beautiful he was. In body and
soul, he never ceased to amaze him. It just made him all the angrier at what
Danarius had done. He didn’t know how anyone could soil someone as wonderful as
Fenris. He needed to be cherished, praised, loved. Hawke lightly pressed a kiss
to the top of his head causing his breath to hitch. He needed to tell him all
these things but he wasn’t sure how.
“You don’t…have to be bound by this. I care about you. This doesn’t change
anything about us. What he did to you is disgusting, Fenris, but that doesn’t
mean that you are disgusting. In fact, you are…the most handsome man I have
ever met,” he told him, tilting his chin up so he looked at him. He could see
Fenris blink back the tears. “So long as you want me, you will have me. How
could I ever not want you? I would be honoured to court you, mate with you,
bond with you. Honestly, Maker knows why you want to be with me,”
At that, he was glad when Fenris let a small smile, a tiny puff of a chuckle
escaped his lips.
“Come back to my tribe with me. Stay with us. We can do all this properly,”
Hawke offered. Fenris pressed his lips together.
“I…must tell you something first,” he said. Hawke pulled a confused expression
and anticipated his words. “Last…time we were here; I spoke to Miriam. I asked
her about Lothering. She told me everything. I never meant to keep it from you
I just…did not know how to tell you I knew. It was never my intention to hide
it from you. I am…so sorry, Hawke, for everything. You are…much stronger than
I,”
Oh. Hawke took a sharp breath as if he had been punched in the gut. It didn’t
matter how many years it had been, Lothering was always a tender spot, everyone
he’d left behind with that memory. He wondered why Fenris had been so curious,
he couldn’t remember talking of it much. That night, it must’ve been when he
came back to kiss him. What had Miriam told him? He hoped it was not some
glorified tale. He shook the thought, no, Miriam wouldn’t do that.
“It’s alright. I suppose I…would have had to tell you at some point anyway,”
his voice was slightly strained. He didn’t mind that Fenris knew, but it was
painful to think about.
“You…laughed and asked why I would ever want to be with you. I do not think
you…you see yourself. You are strong and…kind and…you have been through so much
yet, you do not crumble. You are a magnificent man, Hawke, do not think
otherwise,” Fenris responded, allowing himself to reach up and press a chaste
kiss against his lips.
It took a moment to sink in. Never once had someone spoken to him like that. He
was used to the sympathy, the pity, but not this. Hey, wasn’t he supposed to be
the one comforting Fenris? The fact that Fenris had heard the story and come
back to kiss him said volumes about how genuine his words were. It almost felt
like he was proud of him.  
Butterflies fluttered around in his stomach. Wild and uncertain.
“Thank you,” he said softly.
Here he was, nestled between Fenris’s thighs, a hand on his back and one moving
to tuck a lock of white hair behind his ear. He was looking up at him with
wide, inquisitive eyes that made him forget what he was going to say when he
saw them. White tattoos swirling around his body, seemingly having their own
lifeblood as they moved with the rise and fall of his chest. Then his lips
curled a little, a smile that made his lungs shrink and his body quake. Hawke
decided that his definition of the word beauty started with ‘Fenris’.
It had been two weeks since they ran away from the Imperium. Four since he
found Fenris in the middle of the forest, about to be eaten by a bronto. Hawke
didn’t know whether it was possible to fall in love in a month.
However, this was the closest he’d ever get.
 
On the travel back, Hawke came to the realisation that Fenris would soon be
approaching his heat again. He didn’t want to think about what would’ve
happened had he spent it in the Imperium. Instead, he was going to be with him
again, with his tribe. He’d take care of him again, so long as he willed it. It
didn’t matter what had changed between them in the last month, he was not about
to take advantage of him. He’d give only what Fenris wanted. As much as he
didn’t want to admit it, another week with a writhing omega in heat was going
to be torture.
He wondered if Fenris was thinking about it, about him. Was his heat on his
mind? Did it worry him?
 
Coming through the clearing, Hawke was happy to be home. The pattering of heavy
footsteps had his heart hammering in his chest. It wasn’t long before he heard
a happy bark and there were a pair of paws on his chest. Hawke laughed as he
was almost pushed over by the dog. Biscuit panted enthusiastically and
responded well to the vigorous petting received. Hawke hugged Biscuit, rubbing
behind his ears.
“Biscuit! Aren’t I glad to see you! Have you been a good boy? Yes? You been a
good boy for me?” Fenris almost laughed at the way Hawke’s voice rose in pitch
as he talked to his pet. Biscuit barked in response.
Eventually Biscuit released him, but not before licking him thoroughly. He
strolled over to Fenris next and Fenris eyed him warily. After sniffing him, he
jumped up at him too, knocking Fenris clean off his feet. Hawke erupted into
laughter as Biscuit clambered over Fenris’s body, sitting on his chest with his
tail wagging quickly, and licked his face.
“Ugh- Hawke!” he exclaimed, petting Biscuit in hopes it might ease him off but
only encouraged the dog to lick him more. Hawke only laughed harder before
walking over to coax the dog off him.
“He’s just happy to see you,” Hawke said, tugging Biscuit to one side causing
him to whine. He stroked his head in hopes of soothing him.
Fenris rolled his eyes but a small smile graced his face as he pushed himself
to his feet. He brushed himself off, wiping at his face in order to get rid of
the thick globs of dog saliva. He grimaced at his palm afterwards. Hawke was
glad that Biscuit had taken to him, he wondered if he could smell him on
Fenris. It would probably explain why he was so enthusiastic about him, mabari
were rather smart after all.
“You owe me money Blondie!” Varric’s voice cut through. Hawke turned to see the
small man approaching him, a smirk on his face. Anders wasn’t far behind,
running to catch up with Varric.
“It was never a bet!” he protested, huffing and puffing.
Hawke couldn’t be more glad to be home. As much fun as it was, there was
nothing like the comfort of a place he was familiar with. Back to his friends,
to the bickering, to Biscuit, to the warmth. It didn’t have to be perfect, but
nothing ever was. Now Fenris had the intention of sticking around, the family
was only going to grow. They didn’t have anyone from Tevinter yet, that was
another place to tick off the list. Soon they’d have someone for every place on
the planet.
“Hawke! Blondie here has been fretting over whether you were alive or not for
days! Glad to see you’re in one piece,” Varric announced. Anders folded his
arms over his chest. Then the two men turned their attention to Fenris, who was
shuffling around. “I see your friend is still here,”
Also looking at Fenris, Hawke laughed nervously.
“Yeah, we uh…encountered some problems. So, Fenris is going to be staying with
us. Part of the family,” he explained. Red reached Fenris’s ears at the word
‘family’. Did Hawke really consider him that? He definitely didn’t want to
impose, they had a nice little thing going on. Would he fit in? As he recalled,
there was only one other omega here. Hawke would be here though, by his side,
always. He didn’t know whether the man was totally serious about courting him,
it still seemed hard to believe.
“Just like everyone else then,” Varric mused. “Well, get yourselves settled
then. Stew is almost ready, you must be hungry,”
After relying on snacks the last couple days with their travels, Hawke could
agree that he was hungry. That and there was nothing like homemade stew. He
grinned at Fenris as Varric wandered off.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” Anders said suddenly. Hawke nodded at him, giving him
the same grin. Anders breathed a sigh of relief as he followed in Varric’s
footsteps. Hawke shrugged the bag off his shoulder, tossing it towards his hut
and grabbing Fenris’s hand to drag him towards the fire.
 
“Your heat will start again soon,” Hawke mentioned as the two of them laid
under blankets in his hut. Night had fallen, stomachs full with stew, it was
time for relaxation. He needed some kind of indication of boundaries before his
heat started, knowing that his heat would only distort his rational thinking.
“I know,” Fenris replied. Hawke had no intention of pushing him into something
he was uncomfortable with. After everything that had happened at the Imperium,
his discoveries about Danarius, he could understand if Fenris didn’t even want
to go as far as the first time they met. However, it would kill him to see him
suffer, to writhe around with no hope for relief. At least he could relieve him
for a little while with his hand or mouth. Hawke didn’t care if he had to wait
years before Fenris would allow him to mate with him. Though, he sincerely
hoped it wouldn’t be years.
There was an awkward silence between them after he spoke. Hawke slowly turned
his head to face Fenris, who was laying wide awake and staring up at the
ceiling. He wished he knew what was on his mind.
“Would it still be okay to…give you a hand when it comes?” he asked, resisting
the urge to snort with laughter at his own joke. Fenris looked back at him.
“I…yes. That will be fine,” Fenris told him. Hawke exhaled a sigh a relief.
“Replace my bad memories with good ones,”
The two curled up not long after, closing their eyes and drifting off to sleep.
At some point during the night, Hawke found his arm wrapped around Fenris’s
waist, face nuzzled into his hair. He was warm, comforting. Fenris didn’t seem
to mind, leaning slightly back into the touch as he fell asleep. His hand found
Hawke’s. Hawke smiled slightly. This would be just fine.
 
Fenris settled in well with the rest of the group. At times, he was sure some
of them forgot he was an omega, with the amount he helped out with hunting and
other tasks that required a large amount of strength. He seemed content with
the circumstances and for that, Hawke was grateful. Perhaps he had destiny or
fate to thank for the unusual set of circumstances in which they met. Who knew
what would’ve become of Fenris had he not found him? He’d be dead, most likely,
a punishing thought. He even feared to think what would’ve happened had he
stayed in the Imperium with Danarius.
None of it mattered now, it was the past. He had been working on courting
Fenris the past few months. For every failure, there was a success. He didn’t
blame Fenris for shooting him down when he was about to sing, it was probably
for the best since he was never much of a singer. Fenris appreciated the
littler things, the embracing at night under the blankets and their night walks
looking up at the stars.
He sat on a log fiddling with a piece of red cloth. It was only a small piece
of material, not particularly durable or anything fancy. It was the same
material and colour as his scarf, he wondered whether it had come from the same
place. It was one of the only salvageable pieces left behind after the
Darkspawn attacked Lothering, a token of affection from his father to his
mother. He had given it to her when he was courting her. He ran his thumb along
the fabric. He didn’t know why he hung onto it, some hope of a mate of his own
maybe. He looked up and saw Fenris in the distance, firewood over his shoulder
as he walked beside Sebastian.
Well, nothing could go more wrong than the singing.
Hawke placed the red cloth in his pocket, getting up and walking over to
Fenris. He helped the two stoke the fire, exchanging smiles as the flames grew.
Afterwards, he invited Fenris to his hut. He raised his eyebrows but nodded,
waving to Sebastian as he walked inside the hut with him.
“I know this is gonna seem really stupid but I wanna give you something,” he
told him, reaching into his pocket and fumbling with the red cloth. Fenris eyed
the shuffling in his pocket before glancing up at his face.
“Okay?” he said.
Nervously, his fingers tightened around the cloth. This had seemed much less
daunting when he was sitting out on that log a few minutes ago. It meant a lot
after all. His heart was pounding in his chest.
“Put your wrist out and close your eyes,” Hawke directed. Fenris warily
outstretched his arm towards him. He waited for his eyes to flutter shut before
retrieving the red cloth from his pocket. Carefully, he wrapped it around his
wrist, tying it in a firm knot. It stood out in colour amongst the bland
colours of the rest of his clothes. He inhaled sharply. However, it
looked…perfect. “You can open them now,”
Fenris opened his eyes after a second, eyes drawn to the material tied around
his wrist. He ran his fingers over it, testing the feel of the fabric. He
seemed to admire it for a few minutes, before he giving Hawke a questioning
gaze.
“It’s…something my father gave my mother when he was courting her. I’ve never
met someone I’ve wanted to give it to, until now. You don’t have to keep it
but…” he averted his gaze. “I just wanted you to know I’m serious about this,”
“I love it,” Fenris cut him short. He turned back to look at him, his breath
stolen away when Fenris leaned up on the tips of his toes to pull him down to
kiss him. His arms found Fenris’s waist, drawing him in as he kissed him
deeper. Fenris’s fingers lightly ran through his hair, tugging on it as he
opened his mouth to let him in. The cloth was worth every second of it.
Everything was worth it.
 
“So when are you gonna tie the knot huh?” Isabela said to him one evening, the
two of them sat by the fire. Isabela prodded the fire with a stick, watching it
burn. Hawke blinked wildly, looking at her.
“What?” he replied. Isabela snickered.
“You and Fenris, you haven’t…y’know. You must have some incredible self-
control, alpha. Most alphas I know would’ve pounced on that boy the second he
walked in,” she commented. Hawke could feel the heat pool in his cheeks.
It would be a lie to say he hadn’t thought about it, about finally mating with
Fenris. He was wary of bringing it up, not wanting to push Fenris into anything
he was uncomfortable with. After everything that happened with Danarius, he
could understand why he was cautious. He would be too. Through his heats, he
helped Fenris out with relieving himself. It wasn’t like he was completely
deprived, Fenris occasionally returned the favour.
“We’re taking it slow,” he told her. It wasn’t a complete lie. He was just
waiting for Fenris say something, to tell him that he wanted it. Isabela hissed
as she accidentally burnt her finger. Hawke snorted with laughter whilst she
shook her burnt finger. She huffed, putting down the stick she had been
prodding in the fire.
“If you say so. I’d hurry it up if I were you, the way Fenris looks at you
sometimes, he looks like he wants to eat you whole,” she stood up as she spoke.
Hawke swallowed roughly. Was that true? There was no way for him to know how
Fenris looked at him when his back was turned. However, he was doubtful to
believe everything Isabela said. She wasn’t exactly the most honest person in
the world. He watched as she waved and walked away. Maybe he would bring it up
after all. His throat suddenly felt incredibly dry. As much as he wanted to
mate with Fenris, he was extremely anxious.
What if he fucked up?
 
“Mate with me,”
As it turned out, Hawke didn’t need to bring it up. Fenris sat facing him in
his hut, the blanket draped across his lap, a serious look on his face. His
heat was due to start tomorrow, he’d no doubt wake up in the morning in a sweat
and very aroused. He was asking this of him while he still had rational
thought. There was no way Hawke was going to take that request seriously while
he was in heat.
“Are you sure?” he asked. Fenris nodded firmly.
“I want this, please,” he answered. His hands reached out and found Hawke’s.
Hawke rubbed his thumb over Fenris’s knuckles. His mind was screaming at him to
question it more, really make sure, soothe all his anxiety. He stubbornly kept
his mouth shut. His chance could be ruined if he did that. Fenris seemed sure
enough of himself. “I am ready,”
This was a big step for them. Huge, in fact. He had waited so long for this.
“I trust you Hawke,” Fenris continued, seemingly detecting his nervousness.
“You would never…do anything unsavoury, I hope. Even if you have magic that
could…”
“I would never. I don’t dabble in forbidden magic either Fenris, you know that.
Why would I ever want to make you forget me?” Hawke replied, moving one hand to
brush some stray hairs from Fenris’s face. He could see his Adam’s apple bob as
he swallowed, a little tense at the mention of forgetful magic. “But I
understand that it worries you, it’d worry anyone who had the same experience
as you. It would be an honour to mate with you,”
Fenris reached up to kiss him, softly, a chaste kiss on the lips. Hawke smiled
as he pulled away.
Morning was going to be very interesting.
 
It was.
“Hawke,” Fenris’s voice was croaky, woken up by the thin layer of sweat over
his body and the pounding heat overtaking him. He looked over his shoulder,
Hawke’s amber eyes flickering open before he inhaled deeply. Fenris was
suddenly reminded of a similar night, the first week they spent together. Hawke
had been at his back, he had tried to relieve himself during the night and
Hawke’s hand had found his. He’d pushed too far, an alpha’s instinct taking
over as he threatened to push inside his body.
Now, he wanted it. He couldn’t wait for Hawke to take every part, fill him with
good memories, a blissful experience. Then there were the more unsavoury
thoughts about how he wanted him to fuck him until he saw stars.
Hawke grunted as he pressed a lazy kiss to Fenris’s shoulder, he could smell
the full force of his heat and it was beginning to arouse his senses. He
shuffled closer, an arm slung around his waist. Fenris squirmed slightly,
having trouble maintaining his breathing at a steady pace. He rolled over to
face him, grabbing the sides of his face so he could meet his lips with an
open-mouthed kiss. Deep, passionate, their lips moved together in a rhythm and
Hawke swore he was going to eat him alive.
It didn’t take long before Hawke was pushing him back onto his back, clambering
his long legs either side of him and pulling away from his lips. It had only
been kissing, but Fenris looked positively debauched. Lips wet, slightly
parted, panting with a bright red plastered all over his cheeks. He whined
quietly as Hawke kissed along his neck, lightly grazing his teeth against the
flesh.
“Maker, you smell good,” he mumbled against his neck. Fenris’s fingers found
his hair, paying less attention to his words and more to his ministrations with
his lips. Hawke’s tongue flicked out to run across where his teeth had grazed
the skin.
His hands found the expanse of Fenris’s chest, running up the sides and rubbing
his thumbs over his hardening nipples. Fenris gasped lightly, seemingly
oversensitive just about everywhere. He groaned when Hawke abused this fact,
pinching and rubbing the nubs before gliding his tongue over one of them.
“Hawke…Garrett, please, I need you,” he whined. The use of his first name had
Hawke’s cock stirring. He loved it when he did that.
“Soon, babe. You’ll have me,” Hawke replied, looking up at him from his chest
and grinning. Fenris only threw his head back and tugged on locks of dark
brown. Hands slid down Fenris's stomach, Hawke glanced up at his face as he
hooked his fingers in the waistband of his shorts, silently asking for
permission. Fenris nodded quickly, allowing him to tug the shorts down his
legs. Hawke's breath hitched as the smooth skin over his hip bones was shown, a
slow reveal until he laid eyes upon his hard cock. Flushed at the tip, already
leaking a little precome. He shuffled beneath him, fully exposed and ready.
Fenris’s arms moved back down and wrapped around Hawke's neck, pulling him back
down for a kiss as he fidgeted and eventually spread his legs far enough for
Hawke to see the glimmer of slick between his thighs. He didn’t know how long
he’d waited for this, dreamt about this. He swallowed roughly at the sight,
hormones screaming at him to grab his legs and push inside him, mate him, knot
him. Fenris looked good enough to eat.
“Can I touch you here?” Hawke asked, gliding his fingers over his cock and past
his balls, pressing the pad of his index finger against his hole, feeling him
twitch against the touch.
Fenris nodded, pushing his hips up to accommodate him when Hawke sat back on
his lower legs, between his thighs. He listened to the whimper from the back of
his throat when he pushed one finger inside, lubricated by the slick. He was
hot, tight around his finger. Hawke had been waiting for so long for this, to
feel him like this.
“More, hurry, please,” there were short gasps between his words, struggling to
get them out through the haze of his heat.
Hawke was happy to oblige, thrusting in a second and third finger and spreading
him out. Fenris moaned as he did, rocking his hips against the fingers as they
moved inside him. The slick was coating Hawke's fingers, easing the way inside.
He was growing more desperate by the second, he needed the alpha inside him. He
couldn't think of anything else. Hawke was finding it hard to hold back
himself.
When he pulled out his fingers, Fenris whined. The blush on his face had
reached his ears and when Hawke looked up at his face, he couldn’t help but
find it adorable. He tossed his scarf off over his head, pulling at the rest of
his own clothes and throwing them to the floor until he sat naked before the
panting omega. He pushed Fenris’s legs further apart, everything about his body
inviting him in.
“Give me your knot,” Fenris said and Hawke could’ve climaxed on the spot at the
sound of his deep, needy voice. He would eagerly give him what he wanted.
He put his hands on Fenris’s hips, carefully positioning his cock at his hole.
He knew once he slid inside, there would be no stopping him. He rubbed the tip
against the slick, groaning at the contact. Fenris uttered another plea and it
was enough for him to push inside. The head glided in with ease, Fenris
scrambled for purchase on the blankets as he was stretched around it. His inner
walls clamped around his cock, so gloriously tight and wet. Hawke shuddered
with delight, slowly pushing his way in until he was fully sheathed inside him.
He took a deep breath, grabbing one of Fenris’s thighs and placing it on his
shoulder to get that extra push, to really make sure he was in there to the
hilt.
“Maker, Fenris, you feel so good,” he mumbled. He leant down to kiss Fenris’s
lips, admiring his flexibility in the process. “You’re beautiful,”
Fenris clearly didn’t care for words amidst his heat, moaning softly and
grinding against the cock inside him. He remembered wanting this in his first
heat, the desire to be filled by this man. There had been painful hurdles to
get to this point, but they were here, and there was nothing Fenris wanted
more.
Carefully, trying not to let his instincts completely dominate, Hawke pulled
back only to thrust back inside that wonderful heat. Fenris gasped as he did,
tightening around him. He leant forward again, resting one hand on the blankets
beside Fenris’s splayed hair, the other still holding onto his hip. He was
still amazed by Fenris’s ability to manoeuvre his legs like that, his knee
almost up to his chin as it lay over Hawke’s shoulder. Speed built up quickly,
soon thrusting into Fenris with reckless abandon.
Neither of them could tell whose moans were whose. Their voices intermingled,
Fenris meeting his thrusts with a push of his own. They moved together on top
of the blankets, sweat building on their skin.
For a brief moment, Hawke worried that if he knotted in him, there was the
chance he’d get him pregnant. Would that really be such a bad thing? He was
concerned more for Fenris’s response than his own. He couldn’t stop now, he was
deep inside him and nothing had ever felt this good before. He couldn’t stop
even if he wanted to. Especially not now this familiar feeling was stirring
within him.
Apparently, Fenris felt the same. The pitch of his moans and the shorter, more
frequent gasps were tell-tale signs of his impending climax. He wouldn’t need
to touch his cock, but he did, reaching down and giving himself two short jerks
before he came all over his stomach, hot white also splashing against Hawke’s
chest. The cry he released when he came, the expression of pure bliss on his
face, tied up with the tightening of his insides around his cock, was enough to
drive him over the edge.
“I’m going to knot in you,” Hawke told him, voice low and sultry. Fenris nodded
fervently.
“I want your knot,” he replied breathlessly. Hawke moaned at his response, hips
beginning to stutter as he reached his climax. He pushed in deep, working his
knot inside him. Once he rode out his orgasm, he was in as deep as he could
possibly go. There was no separating them now, not when his knot had started to
expand. Fenris gasped at the rush of come, filling him impossibly full.
Hawke slumped slightly, trying his best not to topple onto his mate. Carefully,
he pushed Fenris’s leg off his shoulder, pulling him up into his lap so they
could lay on their sides together. He was still inside him, his knot keeping
them together. They’d be together for a while now. It’d be painful if he tried
to pull out now, their bodies would deny them that. Instead, he kept Fenris
close in his arms, listening to him breathe heavily against his body. His hands
idly moved through the thick hairs on his chest as he calmed down from his
high.
At least now he’d mated with an alpha, Fenris would feel the surge of his heat
again for at least another 6 or 7 hours. His head was clear for now, though no
doubt with the thorough mating he and Hawke were about to do for the rest of
the week, Fenris felt it best to stay put.
He was pulled tight against Hawke’s body. Hawke nuzzled his face into his hair,
kissing the top of his head and inhaling his scent – satisfied with the
mingling of his scent with Fenris’s. He couldn’t wait to do this again. They
had a whole week of passion ahead of them.
“You don’t mind that I…knot in you, do you?” Hawke asked suddenly, breaking the
silence. Fenris looked up at him and moved a hand to run through the coarse
hairs of his beard. Hawke’s hand glided over his, pushing his fingers between
his to hold his hand. Red creeped into Fenris’s cheeks.
“Of course not, I asked you to,” he answered.
A sigh of relief escaped Hawke’s lips. It was always a risk fulfilling requests
Fenris made while he was in heat. Even though he was almost as senseless when
he got the full impact of his scent, he had to be the better man to overcome it
and make the right decision. He was glad that Fenris had wanted it, that he
didn’t regret it once he had begun to cool down.
“But what if I…” Hawke swallowed roughly. Fenris met his gaze. “What if
you…bear children?”
He felt Fenris go rigid in his hold.
“I…hadn’t thought of it. Can we drop it for now at least? We can talk about it
another time,” he said, now drawing his eyes away from Hawke and nestling his
face against his chest. Hawke nodded.
 
“Can I talk to you?”
Hawke looked up from his spot by the fire, Biscuit nuzzled against his leg as
he slept peacefully. Anders was stood the other side of the fire, beckoning him
over. He looked over at Biscuit, unsatisfied with the prospect of leaving the
dog. He stroked his head, listening to his pet grunt in acknowledgement of the
affection. With a sigh, he shuffled onto his feet. He followed Anders inside
his hut.
Anders’s hut was always cluttered with things. Herbs, medical supplies, all
sorts of things. He spent a lot of him time crafting potion recipes and other
healing supplies for the group. It was always best to be prepared, he always
said. He watched as he shuffled with a couple things on a wooden desk before
turning his attention back to Hawke. He wondered what he could possibly want to
talk about.
“I understand that you and Fenris have been…intimate,” he began, leaning back
on the spot of the desk in which he cleared. Hawke raised an eyebrow.
“Such a thing is hardly a secret,” Hawke replied. He and Fenris had been free
in their affections. They made no effort to hide their relationship, especially
not with most of the group acknowledging what the red favour on Fenris’s wrist
meant. They all knew he kept the scrap of material around, it was hard to miss
with its bright red colour.
However, Anders seemed to be frustrated with his nonchalant reply, as his
eyebrows furrowed leaving creases in his face. His fingers curled around the
edge of the desk. Did he have a problem with their relationship? For a wild
moment, Hawke entertained the possibility that Anders desired Fenris, being one
of the only omegas in the group. He almost laughed out loud at the prospect.
The two of them hadn’t exactly gotten along. Though, he supposed every alpha
had their needs.
“I’m not sure it’s wise, Hawke,” Anders finally told him.
What the hell was he talking about? Did he disapprove of Fenris as a mate for
him? He huffed. What did he know about his and Fenris’s relationship? They made
each other very happy. He was in no place to judge something like that.
“Do explain,” Hawke answered. His arms folded over his chest. Anders sighed and
shook his head.
“Unless he was taking something extraordinary, all the suppressants I know of
severely hinder fertility. You said he was taking them didn’t you? Before you
found him?” Anders explained. Hawke pressed his lips together and nodded.
“Hawke what I’m trying to say is, it’s very likely that Fenris can’t have
children. In fact, I’m almost certain. You’re better off finding someone who
can give you a family, I know you’ve always wanted one after…”
He trailed off. Hawke’s hands balled into fists. How dare he bring up his past!
But…if what he was saying was true…
Hawke paused. He had definitely heard it before, that you shouldn’t take
suppressants if you intended to have children. And if you were going to take
them, not for extended periods of time. Fenris had been on them for years until
he met Hawke. He had no intention of rushing into a family but to never have
children…
“There’s a slim chance I’m wrong. I could check him over for you, if you like,
with magic. Find out,” Anders suggested, knocking Hawke out of his thoughts.
Hawke rubbed his temples. It didn’t seem like he had much a choice in the
matter. He had to know.
“I’ll get him,” he said and Anders nodded.
  
As Anders’s hands roved Fenris’s body, Hawke couldn’t help but feel anxious.
Fenris seemed disgruntled with the whole procedure. He had been particularly
sensitive to magic since the whole situation with Danarius. He wondered what
would become of them if they found out that Fenris couldn’t bear children. Damn
that Danarius, it had been all his fault in the first place. He had put Fenris
on those suppressants. Had the old man even known it would make him infertile?
Had that been his intention?
He didn’t want to think about him anymore. Just the thought made him sick to
his stomach. Thoughts of what he had done to Fenris sometimes haunted his
dreams, he knew it was the same for Fenris. Occasionally, he’d wake up during
the night in a cold sweat. Hawke rubbed his back and shushed him until he fell
asleep. But it was all too late now, there was nothing he could do about what
had happened.
Would it have been better if they never went to the Imperium? If they had never
learnt what happened? He wasn’t sure. Fenris wasn’t so plagued by unwanted
memories before they went, they lived in a state of blissful ignorance but full
of many questions. Was it better that way? Perhaps they needed to learn, to
find out what happened. Perhaps it would help them grow as people. They could
work through it together.
Ever since he lost his family, Hawke had dreamt of rebuilding it. Anders had
been right, even if he didn’t want to admit it. He’d dreamt of a big family,
lots of kids. He didn’t know what he’d do if he found out Fenris couldn’t have
them. Maybe it didn’t matter. Anders, Isabela, Varric, they were all his family
too. Could he be content with just that? He didn’t see why not. But what did
Fenris want?
Hawke looked up from gazing at the floor in anticipation, to meet Fenris’s
gaze. Through that angry, frustrated exterior, Hawke could see a glint of
anxiety and tension. He hadn’t considered that Fenris may be just as anxious
and worried as he was.
“It’s as I thought,” Anders spoke up, pulling his hands away from Fenris. Hawke
thought he hear his own heart thrumming in his chest, trying to leap out of his
throat. Anders spared one more glance at Fenris before turning to look at
Hawke. “I’m sorry. He cannot bear children,”
Fenris swallowed roughly.
“I’ll leave you two to talk,” Anders continued before he walked out of the hut.
Now Fenris and Hawke were left alone. Slowly, Hawke got up from where he was
sat and walked over to Fenris. The omega appeared to be at a loss for words,
his lips drawn together and his body tense. Hawke wondered how it must feel, to
know you can’t have kids. Was it something Fenris desired?
Slowly, he reached out and cupped the side of Fenris’s face, guiding him to
look at him. Fenris’s eyes flickered towards him. His thumb rubbed
affectionately over his cheekbone, but after a moment Fenris reached up and
dragged his hand away from his face.
“I’m sorry,” he apologised, barely above a whisper. Hawke’s breath hitched.
What did he have to apologise for? None of this was his fault, he couldn’t have
predicted this. He couldn’t blame himself, surely? Hawke shook his head but
Fenris kept talking. “I am…broken, I cannot provide for you,”
Did he really believe that?
“What? Fenris, no, you’re not broken,” Hawke responded, still shaking his head
and putting both hands on the sides of Fenris’s face this time and refusing to
let him peel them away. It forced Fenris’s gaze to stay on him. He had to know
he was telling him the truth, that he was serious. He couldn’t bear to see him
wiggle out of his grasp. He loved him.
“But…you heard him. I cannot provide you with children,” Fenris said, shuffling
where he was sat.
“And it’s a result of something awful, I know. But it doesn’t change how I feel
about you. Fenris, there is not another man on this planet that I would rather
be with. I want you, regardless of whether you can give me children or not. It
doesn’t matter. I would still bond with you,” Hawke reassured him, leaning down
and pressing a soft kiss on his forehead. Fenris looked down for a moment.
He contemplated Hawke’s words. It was astonishing what Hawke put up with to be
with him. He wasn’t sure he was truly worth it, but nothing seemed to hinder
how he felt. He was glad, he supposed, he truly cared about Hawke and he’d
never met another man like him. There was doubt that he ever would again if he
slipped from his grasp. So what did that mean for them? Would he really just
accept it if he couldn’t bear his children?
“Do you really mean that?” he questioned. The warm smile that graced Hawke’s
face never failed to make Fenris’s heart flutter. It was one of the most
wonderful sights he’d ever seen, no breath taking view from the top of a hill
on a clear night could beat it. It was truly one of the seven wonders of the
world.
“Yes. Would you let me bond with you? Show you I mean it?” Hawke offered.
Fenris took a deep inhale.
He meant it. He really did. He wanted to bondwith him. Hawke’s hands slipped
from his face and Fenris allowed himself to tip his head back and slightly to
the side, exposing his neck. Hawke had to wet his dry lips.
“Do it,” Fenris commanded. Hawke leant down to inhale his scent from his neck.
Fenris shuddered a little at the intimacy, especially when Hawke’s hands found
his waist. “Please,”
Those words were all it took. Hawke’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin of his
neck. He ran his hands up and down the arms that embraced him and his eyes
fluttered closed when Hawke finally sunk his teeth in. It was something neither
of them had experienced before. Fenris had to try and steady his breathing when
Hawke’s lips wrapped around the bite he had made. Once it was deep enough, he
felt Hawke lick over the indents with his tongue. He hadn’t noticed his nails
digging into Hawke’s arms.
Bonded.
It was a weird sensation. He had bit into him a little deeper than he ever had
before, but no blood rose to the surface. There was no way he could really
pinpoint how or why he felt inexplicitly closer to Hawke, but he did. Hawke’s
fingers moved to trace over the red cloth around his wrist.
“I love you, Fenris,” he told him, moving back from his neck and admiring the
bonding mark that he’d left behind. Fenris tilted his head forwards again and
smiled as Hawke leant down to kiss him.  
Everyone would know now, when they saw him, that he had an alpha. Other alphas
were less likely to bother him. There was a sense of pride in it, that he would
always carry Hawke with him no matter what happened. A piece of him almost. He
had never felt this content in his life. As their lips moved together, he felt
himself relax in Hawke’s arms, his embrace. He loved him.
He was bound, in a sense. To Hawke, to this life. No longer caged by the things
that haunted him in his previous life in the Imperium, no longer trapped by the
lies he’d been fed about who he was. There were still many questions, but he
had no desire to answer them. He was happy with who he had become; what Hawke
had helped him make of himself. This was where he wanted to be. The Imperium
would perhaps catch up to him eventually, try and pursue him for the crimes he
committed against Danarius and the lifeless corpse he left behind. But he had
Hawke, and Hawke’s friends, who he supposed were now his own friends. They
wouldn’t leave him for dead.
Whilst Hawke deepened the kiss, Fenris grabbed hold of him and pulled him back
until his own backside hit the edge of Anders’s desk. Hawke gasped in surprise
as Fenris pushed some things aside, coaxing Hawke on top of him as he splayed
himself out on top of the wood.
“I don’t think Anders would be too thrilled about us ruining his desk,” Hawke
chuckled, kissing the side of Fenris’s lips and down to his neck.
“Hmmm, well it’s good that I don’t care,” Fenris replied, wrapping his legs
around the backs of Hawke’s thighs to wrench him forwards. The two laughed
together as Hawke toppled forwards, hands reaching out either side of Fenris’s
face to stop him from crushing him.
Hawke was finding it hard to kiss him when he was laughing, muffled snickering
as he tried to press their lips together. It was like he was a child again,
unable to keep in his laughter as he snuck around his parents to do mischievous
things. The light in Fenris’s eyes made everything worth it, an expression of
pure happiness. It wasn’t forced or filtered. He kissed the side of Fenris’s
jaw and he swore he heard Fenris snort in his laughter. He lost it by that
point, giving into the laughter.
They calmed down eventually, Fenris drawing him in for another deep kiss. They
smiled into it, ignoring the way their teeth lightly clacked together. All
thoughts of children were far from their memories. It didn’t matter so much
after all, for all the worry and anxiety, as long as they had each other it
would be okay. Hawke’s hands ran down Fenris’s sides.
As they parted, they both took a shaky breath. Hawke knew that Anders would be
mad at him later. There was always the possibility he may walk in during too.
Though, he’d smell and hear them long before he entered, he was sure. He didn’t
want to admit that the risk of being caught aroused him a little. He wondered
if it did Fenris too and that was why he’d pulled him onto the desk in the
first place. He looked down at him, in all his beauty.
“Garrett,” he whispered. He’d called him by his first name many times now, but
it always made a hitch in his breath. It sounded so wonderful on his lips.
“Hmm?” he mumbled, leaning down to kiss his neck again, tracing over the
bonding mark. He was so happy it was there, that they had reached this point.
Who would’ve known such a thing when he had that knife pressed up against his
throat in the forest?
He had been quite content leaving open mouthed kisses on his body but Fenris’s
hand in his hair tugged him up to look at him. When their eyes met, Fenris
stared back at him with unfiltered affection and desire. He kissed his lips
softly.
“I am yours,” he told him.
Hawke returned his smile.
Chapter End Notes
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