Lyrium and Wine

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This is for the MEG group on Facebook, where we were made up an alphabet that has Dragon Age/Fenris-specific words for each letter. To use this alphabet, we had a prompt - choose a word from the list, then write a short (500-ish word) story, or draw a picture. The catch is that you could not work longer than two hours on the piece. One of the submissions was "F is for Fenders," and being that I'm a horrible Fenders fangirl, I wrote this.

Title: Lyrium and Wine
Characters: Fenris/Anders
Rating: PG
Word Count: 527
Summary: The tension between Fenris and Anders comes to a head.

"Why do you have to always be such a damn stubborn bastard?" Anders said as he threw his hands up in frustration. "It's always 'magister' this and 'blood magic' that and 'you know nothing of being a slave'!"

Fenris growled deep in his throat. "That is because you do not know what it is like to be at the beck and call of someone, to have no control over your own decisions. Even in the Circle, you had free will."

Anders sputtered a bit as his face grew red. "I wouldn't exactly call 'do I want to kill myself today' free will."

"Oh, the most fundamental choice one can exercise and you don't feel it's good enough. I swear, mage, you don't know how good you had it."

Anders roared in rage, struggling to suppress Justice's internal threats to rise up and take care of it. "How good I had it?! Honestly, Fenris, there are days when I just want to kill you."

"I'd like to see you try." Fenris crossed his arms over his chest, green eyes burning with a rage that simmered just below the surface.

Anders threw himself at the elf with a hoarse cry, slender fingers scrabbling for purchase anywhere on his lithe form that was simultaneously within his grasp and just outside it. He managed to corner Fenris and felt a lupine smile curl the edges of his lips. "The wolf becomes the hunted." Anders said in a whisper as he prowled toward the other man.

"Shut up, apostate. You're lucky I don't tear your--" Fenris was cut off as Anders dragged his slender wrists to pin against the alley wall above his silver hair, the apostate's lips over his own. Fenris fought the kiss, but Anders persisted and coaxed his lips apart with the gentle prodding of his tongue. He could feel the magic the man held within himself, feel it pulsing through every lyrium-burned tattoo on his body. It wasn't a wholly unpleasant feeling, but he didn't like it, just because of who invoked it.

Anders let out a quiet moan as he discovered just how sweet Fenris tasted - hints of wine danced on the man's breath, mingling with the cold metallic aftertaste that he knew as lyrium. What surprised him most was how Fenris started to respond, his body relaxing and his own tongue dancing in Anders' mouth. Anders pressed himself against the elf and enjoyed the heat of their bodies mingling.

He had just started to relax when he saw a bright light in front of his closed eyelids, then a feeling somewhat akin to being punched everywhere followed by his back slamming against the opposite wall. He groaned, rubbing the back of his head as he sat up from his crumpled position. "What the hell did you do that for?" He said, a scowl twisting his face.

"Do not ever do that again." Fenris' voice was cold and the lyrium lines on his body appeared to smolder. "Unless, of course, you enjoy the idea of seeing your own heart give its final beats."

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