ventito | Fenris - Dragon Age

Being home was a shock for Kirk. It felt like it had been so long since he had been in familiar halls, his halls, and it had taken him several weeks to readjust to life on the Enterprise as well as his role as the Captain. Like the last time he had gone home, no one had known he was missing. For them, not a single heartbeat had passed. Only for him had time passed, had gained experiences - and friends.

Fenris' appearance had caused alarm at first. Of course it would - a strange man appearing on their ship between one blink and the next, unlike anything they had seen before or understood. Kirk had managed to calm them all down quickly, calling a department head meeting to explain things with Fenris present in a psuedo-quarantine. There had been quite a few butting of heads, but when no one could say Jim was not mentally sound, or the items he brought back with him make-believe, they had relented. There had been quite a few papers to fill out and more than a few arguments with Star Fleet command, but Kirk's stubbornness had won and Fenris was granted the red shirt under the directive that he was Kirk's responsibility.

That was perfectly fine by Kirk, and in the weeks of his recovery (with Spock acting as captain during his medical absence), he had helped to bring Fenris up to speed on the Enterprise and her regulations, as well as introduce him to the others aboard and his direct commander in security. Of course that meant quite a bit of time together alone, and Kirk would have to have been blind not to notice that other beginning to flirt with him, that subtle progression from the casual into the real.

He knew that it was wrong to entertain ideas of returning said flirtation. Fenris was a Fleet member now, and he was a captain. It simply wasn't done and entirely unethical. But Fenris was also the only one who could understand the shared experience of the Fleet, of those years together hopping from planet to planet and wondering about their fate, feeling powerless. It created a deeper connection he could not deny. He found himself returning the flirtation, showing the other he was interested in what was developing between them, but playing at Fenris' pace.

"Fenris," Kirk chuckled, knowing exactly who came in like that. Bones sometimes did it, but his voice was quite different, and Spock never did unless there was an emergency.

He was seated behind his desk, doing a bit of busy work on a report from a recent visit to a planet. The wall behind him was keyed to show the passing stars. He paused, looking up to watch the other come in, a warm, affectionate smile on his lips.

When he first arrived, was put through the rigmarole of being a member of Starfleet, Fenris had wondered if he had made the right decision. Certainly, he had lived in Exsilium, and then the Fleet, but it was nothing on being on board the Enterprise. It was a whole new experience entirely, and in part, he was still a man from a quasi-medieval world.

But he'd persevered, and learned. Now? He's content in his choice. Certainly, he felt pangs once in a while, for Thedas, for the people he would always call his family- but he never really had a place there. He never had a life to really live, for himself. Not with the shadow of Tevinter always looming, a shadow, it seemed that would only grow ever larger. He could make a life here in a way he never could back there.

"I wondered if you wouldn't be opposed to a visit?"

He smiled as he stepped in, letting the door slide close behind him, raising a bottle of wine. Where he got it from was always a mystery. The elf had a special talent for finding his favourite sort of drink (or some variation therein), no matter what planet they ended up on.

Well, some things just couldn't be helped, and Fenris had needed vetting, not to mention a host of medical examines. He was, technically, a new species, so biology had been interested in him, along with linguistics from his language. Assuring the Fleet that Fenris would cooperate with aiding in the expansion of their knowledge of Fenris' people and former world had been a big point in allowing Fenris to become a Fleet member. Especially when it was made clear that only if he was with Kirk would he cooperate.

Now, Fenris himself might not have said that, but Kirk strongly hinted, and considering that Fenris had come through with Kirk, the Federation had no reason to discount this assertion. Not to mention it kept Kirk's own people happy, who were more than pleased to have the new information to study.

If the Fleet suspected that he and Fenris might be developing a relationship of a different sort, however, that could complicate things. But he ignored those risks, or he wanted to. It was a foolish thing to even worry about when he wasn't at all sure Fenris wanted to go in that direction, despite the flirting.

"From you? Never," he tapped the screen to dim it and rose, going to a small cabinet and pulling out two wine glasses for them. "I want to ask where you manage to find those, but I feel like once I learn how you do it, they'll never appear again." He shook his head, setting them on his desk for Fenris to fill up.

"How was your shift?"

Fenris was never a fan of the attention, even tried to explain he knew very little about elves in general. He was disconnected from his own kind, any memories of being raised by them gone, replaced instead with only memories of Danarius and his sadistic machinations.

Still, he put up with it, answered the questions he could, and grew used to random queries being thrown at him when someone got one into their heads. It wasn't awful, at least. Better than being dead, or facing whatever fresh hell Thedas was heading towards.

It was good here.

"Everyone needs their own little secrets, Kirk. And I learned this skill from the best, promised I would never tell anyone her technique."

There were perks to having a pirate as a close friend. He hoped she was doing okay, though he doubted she would ever feel real trouble. She was too good at avoiding it. She would be fine.

He chuckled, pushing a seat over to sit beside Kirk, preferring the closeness to the chasm of the desk between them. He filled each glass, putting the bottle down on the desk.

"Enjoyable enough. I think I have finally convinced everyone aboard that I am not, in fact, some subspecies of Vulcan."

"Ah, I see. Well, I suppose this once I shall not press further," he said, eyes glinting with his teasing. "And simply enjoy the fruits of your labor."

He welcomed the other's closeness, the way Fenris was so unafraid to simply declare what he wanted through action. There never seemed to be that barrier between them that rose between himself and the other crew. It came down around Spock and Bones too, his closest friends, but with Fenris it was - different. Refreshing, like he could breathe easier, or perhaps the air simply tasted sweeter.

"I think they would have gotten that from that fact you have a range of facial expressions," he shook his head with a laugh under his breath, sipping his wine. "Including a very lovely scowl that rivals the good doctor's."

"A wise decision on your part, my friend."

Fenris let out a low, rumbling chuckle, genuinely amused. He wasn't as easy around the other crew as Kirk. To them, he likely was just a grumpy stranger who kept everyone at arms length. Kirk...Kirk was comfortable, safe.

"Shall I take that as a compliment?" he asks with a smile. "I suppose it goes well with your smartass smirk."

He loves the smirk, really.

Fenris' laugh made his smile soften, gaze drifting to the other's lips as if he could see the sound rolling out from between them. He loved his laugh - warm and rare as it was, treasured those moments when he could hear it. He knew it didn't come out around the others very often, but that was all right. He rather liked being one of the few Fenris would laugh around.

"Always, my friend," he murmured around his glass, sipping and making a pleased hum. "An excellent vintage, as always, Fenris. At this rate you will spoil me."

"Perhaps you deserve it," the elf smirked a little, raising his own glass. "On occasion, anyway. We wouldn't want you to start expecting it. That just wouldn't do at all. Imagine how obnoxious you would end up being."

It was all in jest, of course. Fenris could, when he wanted to be, as ready to joke as anyone. It just happened to have to be with the right people. Only a privileged few ever got to see the elf's more relaxed side. He never regretted allowing Kirk to be one of those.

"But for this occasion, yes. You can consider yourself spoiled."

"I think the real danger is the lecture you would get from Bones," he smirked at him. "You know how hard that man tries to keep my head at a manageable size. If you started inflating it, I would be more concerned for the vengeance he would take on you later. Probably in the form of a physical."

He might be jesting. He might not be. When it came to Bones, those kinds of things were certainly quite possible, and the man was not scared of Fenris in the least. He would take him to task the same he did anyone else on the ship, including Kirk. The privileges of being the CMO.

"But I won't tell him about this occasion if you won't," he leaned in towards him slightly, as if they were about engage in some sort of conspiracy, and winked.

"Maker, there would be no mercy, no quarter from him. A truly awful fate would await me."

Fenris wasn't used to people who weren't afraid of him- or at least, people who weren't afraid of him right from the bat. There was nothing he could do to sway or intimidate the good doctor. He just had to deal with it, like everyone else.

As Kirk leaned in closer, so did Fenris. He felt his gaze shifting, from those winking eyes and down to his lips. There was a desire to throw caution to the wind, to act on his ever growing desires for the other man. To capture those lips in his own, to taste him, enjoy every inch of him. They were close enough. He could just lean forward and-

He cleared his throat, realising he'd been staring. He did his best to cover it up with a deep chuckle, but it had absolutely been there.

"He shan't hear a word of it from me."

Well, Fenris wasn't anywhere near the strangest or even the most aggressive of the aliens Kirk and his crew had met. Fenris was, at best, in the middling range, and the good Doctor had parlayed and bluffed against Klingons before. But then, most doctors had backbones like that - made of steel, and you only saw it when they got grumpy or protective. Personally, Kirk was glad the doctor wasn't letting Fenris get away with anything. He thought it was a nice change for the elf, and it also meant Bones rather liked Fenris too.

Kirk couldn't dismiss the other leaning in like that, the way his gaze shifted down to his own lips. He wasn't imagining it, was he? He couldn't be, especially when Fenris was usually so in control of actions like that, always seemed so guarded. Kirk could not help but let his own gaze drift to Fenris' lips, biting his as he wondered what the elf might do if he kissed him, what Fenris might taste like, what those elegant swirls of lyrium would feel like beneath his touch.

"Do I have your word on that?" he asked him, breathing in sharply as he suddenly decided to be bold. "We seal such things with a kiss, here."

Fenris welcomed the challenge, really. Some of his firmest friendships were made with people who didn't back down to his usual grumpy demeanour. People who just treated him like everyone else. Nothing special. That...that was how he preferred it. After years of being paraded as something incredible, he welcomed being one in a crowd.

At Kirk's words, there was certainly a colouring to the elf's face. A part of him wanted to pull away, to couch awkwardly and fumble his way out of this. It would be his normal response to such advances.

But he found he didn't want to. Not really. The stronger desire was to jump in, unguarded, for once just to let something good happen to him. As such, a smirk played across his lips, eyes locking on Kirk's.

"Is that so?" he chuckled low. "Then I would hate to ignore tradition. That just would't do."

Seeing Fenris' cheeks darken felt a rare treat, and he drank it in, memorizing that particular shade. Seeing someone blush was always one of his favorite sights, watching the way their body reacted to pleasure and interest. He found it especially intriguing on Fenris, the shade almost beautiful when paired with the silver lyrium running through him.

He realized he stood on a precipice of a sort, that to do this would be to cement something for good or ill. He was no stranger to risks, to plunging into this unknown depths and dodging challenges as they came, but for the first time he felt his heart pounding, questioning if only because he would rather dream than lose the reality.

"It's bad luck if you do," he murmured, slowly reaching up to touch his fingers to Fenris' cheek as he leaned in that last inch to brush their lips.

Fenris is well prepared with a quipped response to that, but Kirk kisses him and takes the words with him. He moves forward to return that kiss. Fenris is not known for his gentleness- it doesn't come easy to him. As such, his kiss is much like he is, fierce and challenging. A little much, perhaps, but he has wanted this for some time.

A part of him knows he could well be seeking disaster in this, but he doesn't care. He didn't get where he is today by baulking when a chance came his way. He's learned to take whatever he's offered with both hands. You never know when it may be gone. When you run out of chances.

And so, he kisses without regret, returning it with ferocity. If this is going to be a disaster, he might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

He had known there would be only one of two possible reactions - Fenris would kiss him back, or Fenris would claw his face off and walk out. Thank the stars it was the former, fierce enough to take Kirk aback as the pressure against his mouth so suddenly increases. He returns the kiss in kind, demanding with teeth and tongue as his fingers work up the back of Fenris' neck and into his silver hair.

Technically speaking, this wasn't proper of him to do. Even illegal. But even if things soured, Fenris didn't seem the type to seek a court of law for his justice, and Kirk couldn't find it in himself to think beyond the warm heat of Fenris' mouth or the leanness of his body against his own.

"Right, so, that went better than expected," he grinned when they parted for air.

Fenris absolutely wasn't the type to seek a court of law. His justice was always a very personal matter, if he ever sought it out at all. Not that he seems interested in anything like that, presently. Kirk has earned his trust, his respect, his admiration even. He's perfectly content.

He chuckles, deep and rumbling, not moving very far away from Kirk at all, his hand shifting to rest just inside the man's leg. A small smirk crosses his lips.

"Well. I have wanted to do that for a while," he cants his head. "What were you expecting?"

Oh. Well, if he'd had any doubts before, they were utterly dashed now. Anyone else might have flushed at this point, but Kirk's eyes brightened and he let his own hand wander down Fenris' back to rest the tips of his fingers at the top of the arch of his rear. His eyes flickered briefly to computer screen on his desk, but there was nothing there that required immediate attention. No, nothing at all.

"Honestly, I thought you might punch me," he laughed, leaning in just enough to brush their noses. "But I like this a lot better." His teeth caught Fenris' lip, sucking gently, keeping in mind to let Fenris have control of the situation. He thought Fenris had gotten better in his time here, but he didn't want to presume or rush and foul what was happening here.

"Computer," he commanded. "Set 'Do Not Disturb' mode, exception for emergency codes."

"Acknowledged," the computer chimed, and as if that were a starting gun he pressed his mouth back to Fenris', pushing his thigh into the elf's touch.

"No punching, I promise," the elf replied with a deep laugh of his own.

He welcomes the computer command, Maker knows how many people would have come knocking otherwise. He'd much rather enjoy this without anyone showing up and disturbing them. He welcomed the kiss even more - returning it eagerly, his tongue darting across Kirk's top lip, requesting entrance.

There was no hesitation in his movements, no regret. He wanted this, absolutely and completely. His fingers stretch a little further down the inside of Kirk's thigh, before his hand moved completely. Instead, he shifted, hooking one leg over Kirk's, pulling himself over so he could straddle the man's lap, fingers moving to tangle roughly in his hair.

All it took was a quick push and Kirk seated himself firmly on his desk, allowing Fenris better purchase to straddle his hips as he was. The move surprised him some, having thought Fenris would take a more dominant position, but upon consideration this suited the elf well. Kirk was at his mercy, and Fenris had the height of advantage now - none of which Kirk minded in the least.

"Let's get this off you, shall we?" Kirk purred, moving his hands to grasp the hem of the every day uniform shirt they both wore, tugging it up along with the black undershirt to expose sleek muscle outlined in silver. The lyrium. Seeing it even now filled him with an odd mixture of sadness and awe. He knew how cruel it was and what it represented to Fenris, and still he could not find it in himself to think it entirely foul.

"Of course, you'll have to let go of my hair for that," he teased, tugging at Fenris' lower lip with his teeth.

Fenris really did enjoy having the advantage. Too many years of having none had seen to that. He rather enjoyed the rough and tumble of sex than lying back and letting it happen. Much better to fight for it. To enjoy it.

He gives Kirk's hair a little tug for that comment, chuckling- a rumbling sound deep in his chest. He breaks off the kiss to leave a trail of nips along Kirk's jaw, before, eventually, relinquishing his hair. For now.

"I suppose I can give you that much."

He can feel the rumble when he laughs, pressing his hands to Fenris' chest to better appreciate the depth of it. God, he really loved it when Fenris laughed. Not only for the fact it was so rare, but that when he did laugh he seemed to exude it from his whole body.

Kirk arched and drew off his shirt, letting it drop along with Fenris. He pressed his forehead to Fenris', fingers brushing across his chest, tracing the paths the lyrium carved on his skin. He couldn't help it, but the paths at least led him down to Fenris' nipples, rolling his thumbs across the buds and circling them with tender brushes of his fingers.

"You'll give me this, but what else do you plan to take?" he purred, returning the tender nips.

Fenris' muscles tighten as his fingers trace the lyrium. The pain would always be there, if he liked it or not. But he could live with it. This made it worth it. And so, he didn't pull away, nor even tense altogether. Just a twitch, here and there. He lets out a low groan as Kirk's fingers find his nipples, his breath catching a little. But then Krik asks that question and a smirk presses across his lips.

In response, he rocks his hips against Kirk's just the once, enough for the man to feel his own growing desire- to get some much needed friction between them. Then, he parts his legs a little, one hand moving to work at the fastenings of Kirk's pants, fingers slipping inside as soon as he gains enough space to do so. His fingers brush lightly against flesh, teasing.

"I have a few ideas."

Oh, that sound coming from Fenris - damn, if that didn't make his cock twitch. He rolled his thumb around the dusky circle, brushing across them to work them into hardness. His eyes kept flicking down to them, watching them peak and flush, finding the color unfairly sensual on Fenris.

"Well don't keep my in suspense," he groaned, pushing down to meet Fenris' touch, his own excitement evident, though not yet full realized.

He slid his hands around Fenris' back, drawing down slowly as he bent his head. His gaze flickered up to Fenris', a wickedly teasing gleam in them as his tongue flashed across one of his nipples. He swirled the tip, following the path of his thumb, in an in, tighter and tighter until his lips closed around the bud to suck and roll between his teeth.

Fenris' breath catches at Kirk's ministrations, and for a moment he drops his head to Kirk's shoulder, shifting into his touch. He presses a kiss, then a light nip to Kirk's skin in retaliation, before he shifts his hand lower.

He takes Kirk's cock in hand, his own fingers running up and down the length of it. Eventually, his thumb comes to the tip, running lazy circles over it as his fingers continue to work the rest.

"I wouldn't dare."

The captain let his head roll back slightly, sighing and groaning quietly as Fenris felt him up, hips jerking a fraction when he grasped his cock. His hand tightened on Fenris' shoulder, rocking against the stroking of his hand, thickening between his fingers.

"Don't leave me in suspense either," he huffed, moving his lips back along the length of Fenris' ear, tongue brushing along the fine edge and flicking across the tip. He pulled it between his lips, sucking gently and rolling it between his teeth.

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oh hay look, i'm not entirely made of fail

not eveerrrr

waaaah i'm so sorry this took so long

HOW CAN I EVER FORGIVE YOU, GOD!!!

/offers sexy tags and hob nobs

that's the best combo tbh

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