Never learn if ya don't try.
Hawke didn't understand. He had lusted before, but none of previous encounters with men had made him feel like this. He had wanted none of his lovers with the same feral want that he had for that damn elf. That arrogant, annoying elf warrior. Fenris. He cursed himself again for allowing his gaze to be caught by the way the elf's hips moved when he walked. For imagining what it what feel like to hold him, imagining what making love to him would be like.
"Face it, kitten, you are smitten."
He jumped at the sound of Isabela's voice. The tall human warrior glared at the pirate lady. In truth, he liked Isabela, but she was possibly more annoying then Bethany. On a good day.
"Not a clue what you mean." he mumbled, trying to look anywhere but at Isabela...or Fenris.
"Men." Isabela scoffed. "I see it in your eyes, you want him." Hawke turned to her with surprise. He hadn't realized he'd been so obvious. "Would you like my advice?"
The warrior clenched his jaw and searched the rogue's face for deception. Seeing none, he sighed and agreed.
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"Fenris may speak to you?" The lithe elf looked up at Hawke warily. In his gut (and truthfully, a little lower too) he felt the familiar fluttery feeling that he got whenever Hawke even looked at him. The feeling was accompanied by odd urges that confused him, urges that he had thought a man only got for woman (or vice versa).
"What's on your mind?" Fenris asked Hawke quietly. He feared that if he spoke too loudly, the lust would seep into his voice, and betray him.
And then Hawke confessed everything. It came tumbling out, like water after blockage is removed from the mouth of the river. Fenris stayed still and quiet through the entire confession, listening but never letting his body show his true feelings. When Hawke was done, he stayed quiet for a few minutes. Then Fenris let his urges break down the stoic walls around him, and he breathlessly kissed Hawke.