A/N: Please don't kill me…. I know I have other stories and have no business writing another one but well…. Can you blame me? Zevran is a cutie, and well, my other stories and play through-s on DA are inspiring, even to their author (player)… Well I give you my newest procrastination project!

Warnings: includes gore violence blood and yaoi…. Maybe mild to severe cursing…. Oh and near end of chapter is a very citrusy lemon! You've been warned!

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Absolutely Nothing!

Title: The Fox Mage

Chapter One: Last Good Byes

(Night before final battle with Archdeamon)

"I don't know Zevran. I can't let a child be twisted into the Creators know what, and have my hide safe. It seems… cruel." Zevran couldn't believe what he was hearing! The young mage before him was willing to die for a twisted and cruel world he'd already served too faithfully!

"Vixen, listen to yourself! You don't know who will kill that damn overgrown lizard, for all we can guess it will be Alistair, and you need him on the throne! It will not be an act of cruelty if it will save him is it!?" Zevran hisses back, fear driving him, Vixen had done so much, and now he was hearing the young mage say he would lay down his life for a currently non-existent child's soul!?

"But is a chance worth the soul of a child!?" Vixen barked back, his fiery red hair matching the flame like tattoo's that decorated his face, his eyes blazed with a fire of their own, it was rage and despair and uncertainty combined in a painful way. Zevran staggered his reply frozen on his tongue. His lover's fury was as breath taking as his compassion sometimes.

"Is the Archdeamon worth you?" Both of them jumped and whirled to look at the door, the senior Warden they'd saved, Riordan, was leaning against the door frame arms crossed across his chest an unreadable look on his face.

"It's a child's soul! Possibly a child's life! "Vixen snaps at the elder, "I was raised by a father who was Dalish, he taught me a child's life is something anyone should hold dear, but Dalish protect their children as jealously as they do their ways. You think I'd even be able to go through that any way? I'm strictly interested in men. I can't even look at Morrigan that way without getting sick." Vixen shudders, a green tint on his pale cheeks. Riordan just chuckles.

"At least One Grey Warden must live, and certainly that has to be Alistair, he is to be King. I can be the one to go through her Ritual, or if she prefers, you can get Alistair to do it." Riordan handled this well, Vixen looked away shamed, but still he didn't like the idea, but was it worth it? Vixen looked up locking his fiery blue eyes with Riordan's.

"I hate this, it goes against all my father's ways, I can't ask Alistair to do this. I put him on the throne, when I know he doesn't want it, that he's scared of failing. He'd reject the idea immediately. I can't ask any more of him, I don't want to lose my friendship with one of the best men I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. I'm not losing another friend to all this bull shit." Vixen turned away from Riordan looking at the ground in shame, he refused his duty. He couldn't face Alistair after putting him on the throne, but he couldn't look at Riordan after refusing his duty.

"Very well." Riordan walked away down to Morrigan's rooms. Vixen collapsed to his knees tears streaming down his face; he hadn't done his duty he couldn't. Zevran crouched by him, rubbing his shoulder.

"Don't cry, love, you had all rights to refuse, don't blame yourself." Zevran was extremely uncomfortable with this but he didn't like his Warden crying, the teen was happy so little it was worrisome. Vixen could laugh and yes he could smile, but it was so rare now, when he'd first meat his lover the boy had always been smiling. Not anymore, now he dealt with so much responsibility Zevran worried the young man would forget how to smile.

"I should talk to Alistair, Riordan has no chance to do the Ritual with Morrigan, but, he hates me all ready." Vixen no longer cried but his voice was shaking.

"Alistair couldn't hate anyone anymore, his soul enemy is dead, and you're his brother in his eyes. He'll forgive you, go ask him." Zevran gently pushed, pulling his mage to his feet, smiling gently as the younger man tripped over his robes and fell into Zevran's chest. Vixen blushed pulling away quickly and straightening his robes as he slowly walked to Alistair's rooms, his feet feeling like lead bricks.

When he got to the door Zevran was still next to him, but his stomach felt like a magic storm. Softly knocking after a small hesitation Vixen still trying to let the uneasiness settle. A brief pause after the nock a voice comes through the door.

"Come in." The voice is clear, but Vixen can sense the weariness in it. Slowly opening the door Vixen cast a worried glance to his lover who leaned against the wall a little to the left of the door. Zev gave him a sly smile and a small gesture to get moving, Vixen peeked around the door.

"Wow, Alistair, you look like you haven't been asleep in weeks… What's wrong?" Vixen forgot his worry as he saw his Brother Warden, the man looked defeated. Alistair looked up and gave a brittle looking smile. He gestured to the bed and open chair in the room, Vixen sat next to him on the bed. Zevran just shook his head and backed out of the room shutting the door and waiting for Vixen on the other side of the hall.

"I'm just shocked. One of us has to die. I mean if Riordan doesn't make it. We've come so far together." Alistair mumbled, rubbing his face with his hands, a tension hanging on his shoulders. Vixen pursed his lips not sure how to say it, he took one of Alistair's larger hands in his and got him to look him in the eyes before reluctantly beginning.

"Morrigan knows of a ritual that may increase the chances of us surviving." Vixen said this with a wry edge to his voice, but the gleam of hope the sparked in his friend's eyes let him relax just a little tension out of his shoulders.

"Well, it's a ritual, and magic if I know her, so what does she want?" Alistair asked wrapping his spare hand around Vixen's, easily encasing both smaller hands. Vixen took a deep breath.

"She needs a male counterpart…." Vixen shuddered at the thought, "So she can create a child that will draw the Archdeamon's sprit to it. Therefore stopping the inevitable death of the Warden that deals the death blow, I guess it's worth a try. I just don't know." Vixen sighed and crumpled in on himself a little, Alistair was blinking in shock, and his hands slipped away from Vixen's, the man began to pace.

"So she needs someone to… you know… and a child will be created, and draw in the Archdeamon's spirit? No Death involved?" Alistair asked still pacing. He didn't look toward Vixen; he just paced and held his hand behind his back, a tension suffusing the air.

"Yes, and no, there will be death, but we can avoid sacrificing the one who deals the death blow." Vixen sated feeling sick to his stomach. He knew Alistair hated Morrigan, and he probably hated him to, for sticking him on the throne.

"Then it's worth it. We need as many Ferelden Wardens as we can get after the battle, this can add to the chance of us having all three in the end. I guess I should go… talk to her." Alistair sighed stopping his pacing and looking at Vixen giving his lopsided grin. He leaned down hugging the elf before quickly pulling away and walking out into the hall and to Morigan's room.

As Vixen walks out of Alistair's room he shuts the door, sighing heavily as Riordan walked by heading to his rooms. Apparently Morrigan decided against having anything to do with the older Warden. Vixen leaned against the wall feeling ready to collapse; he didn't feel in any shape or form like he'd done the right thing. He started to fiddle with his robe sleeve, a habit he had when he got weary of everything.

"Come, Vixen, you need rest." Zevran whispered, gently tugging the Warden's hand free of his robe sleeve. Zevran lead his Warden back to their rooms, holding his hand like the younger elf was a maiden. Vixen caught on and blushed and looked down as they past a guard who just snickered quietly at the scene. Zevran just continued, keeping a confident stride and his ever present smirk.

When they entered the room Vixen walked to the bed pulling back the covers, wanting to surrender his mind to the blackness for at least a few hours. Zevran crept up behind the blue eyed mage, slipping his hands around the narrow hips and pulling him back from the bed, letting his smirk widen as Vixen lets out a yelp of surprise.

"Vixen, you need to relax, you're tense as a drawn bow string." Zevran whispers his lips brushing the shell of Vixen's pointed ear, causing the young mage to shiver and let out a strange noise somewhere between a whimper and a moan. Zevran chuckles as he runs his hands down the clothed sides, loving how immediate his lover's reactions are. He had Vixen relaxing into him in moments, the younger enjoying the feel of the other's hand running over him, even with cloth separating the dexterous fingers from his skin.

"Zevran…" Vixen whimpers his voice a soft sigh, Zevran can't stop his response a shiver running through him as his name roles off Vixen's tongue. Vixen hums in reply having felt Zevran's reaction. Vixen wiggles pressing himself back. A grin spreading as Zevran's hands freeze and his breath hitches as Vixen rubs against him.

"You little minx." Zevran chuckles as he quickly runs his hands down to hold Vixen's hips. He coaxes Vixen to turn and when the redhead is facing him he leans down and kisses him, letting his hands wander as Vixen leans into the kiss. Vixen jumps slightly when he feels Zevran's hand's slip under his robes, he has to pull away from the kiss panting heavily.

"Stop teasing you evil..." Vixen pants as he twitches and let's out small moans as Zevran continues to play with him. Fighting the pleasure Zevran's hands are inflicting to have his own fun, he pulls at some ties holding Zevran's armor on and unties them with ease, pushing the pieces off the Antivan whose chuckling at him.

"What do you think you're doing my little fox?" He purrs by the paler man's ear, causing the younger to blush, his hands pressed against a tanned well chiseled torso. Vixen looks up at his lover shyly, looking like he did the first time he let Zevran touch him, innocent in so many ways, and uncertain of what he wanted. Zevran felt heat stir in him at the thought, remembering that night with a sense of wonder. He was still astonished Vixen had ever let him do anything so intimate to him, let alone Vixen being so eager to please him in return.

"Putting a stop to your shameless teasing." Vixen states a wicked grin spreading over his lips, his eyes sparkling with mischief as his hands slip down his nails grazing the skin lightly. Zevran chuckles, his own hands slipping out of Vixen's robes, to grab the hands that were just slipping below his pants line.

"Hmm, alright little fox… I'll stop my teasing." Zevran hums his voice low and sinful, Vixen shivers at Zevran pushes him back toward the bed, still holding his hands together. The back of his knees hit the bed and Vixen nearly falls backward, Zevran keeping him steady, a smirk evident on the older elf's lips.

"Strip, you want my teasing to end, no?" Zevran whispers into Vixen's ear watching the young mage flush bright red, but nod. Zevran released Vixen and took a step back enjoying the shy mages hesitance and bright blush. Vixens slowly untied the necessary strings, letting the outer robe slip off his shoulders, draping it over the edge of the bed, now only wearing a thin and lose undershirt and some pale deer skin pants.

Pulling the thin garment over his head and throwing it over his robes, a deeper blush rose to his cheeks as he stepped out of his traveling boots now only in his pants. He hesitantly untied the drawstrings and pushed the soft leather off his hips, stepping out of them and leaning down to pick them up and pace them with his other cloths.

Zevran let his eyes take in the sight of his naked lover, it hadn't been the best strip tease he'd witnessed but Vixen had done well enough without ever doing something like that before. Zevran let his cocky grin settle into place as he slipped out of his traveling boots and leather pants, letting Vixen watch with a growing need. Vixen looked at Zevran's bronze skin wanting to feel its smooth contours and ridges. Zevran notes the longing in the pale blue gaze and lets out a soft questioning hum arching a blond brow.

"Come over here, you said you'd quite your teasing..." Vixen whimpers, his voice bordering on pleading. Zevran closes the distance between him and his lover and presses his lips to the others. His hand glides low over his fox's pale skin brushing over their needs loving the shudder and low moan that Vixen lets out.

Vixen doesn't stay docile long pulling away from the kiss he crawls onto the bed, trying to keep his face from reddening further. Looking over his shoulder he can see Zevran eyeing him with a mixture of surprise, and desire. Smiling slyly to himself, Vixen runs a hand over himself letting out a soft moan, arching his back and shivering his eyes slipping closed. Zevran doesn't need any more coaxing after that. Slipping onto the bed he nudges the younger's legs apart a little more, leaning away for a brief moment to grab a weak healing poultice from Vixen's robes.

"Relax." Zevran purrs noticing a slight tension in his lover. Vixen needed to relax or he'd be in more pain than necessary. Vixen tried but his body refused to obey him. He knew Zevran had grabbed a healing poultice, which meant he probably planned to take him with little preparation. He couldn't help but feel slightly scared; Zevran hadn't taken him without preparing him before.

"Vixen…" Zevran whispered, running a calming hand over the young elf's back trying to get him to relax, and when he finally did he didn't hesitate in pouring some of the thick poultice over himself, and capping the remainder in case Vixen needed it later. He used one hand to spread the poultice and make sure he was slick enough before leaning forward to kiss Vixen's shoulder as he pushed in slowly.

Vixen makes a slightly pained noise his back tensing against Zevran's chest. Zevran quietly curses as Vixen tightens further around him. Breathing deeply he rubs his thumbs over Vixens hips needing to move desperately but holding back the need until Vixen relaxes slightly letting Zevran inch further slowly. Vixen forces his body to keep relaxed and closes his eyes tight against the insistent pain running along his spine. He wanted this, and it felt oddly comforting as if the pain reassured him he was alive, and Zevran wasn't a strange dream.

"Vixen are… are you alright?" Zevran asks after fully sheathing himself in the younger elf, trying hard to resist the urge to pound into him, knowing the mage was most likely in pain. Vixen gives a quick nod, not completely lying, he was beginning to feel that familiar heat at the base of his spine, and he softly murmured a quick healing spell easing the pain enough to allow Zevran to move. Zevran hears the spell and kisses the pale shoulder below him before starting a slow rhythm that speed up as Vixen's body opened to him.

"Zev, so... close" Vixen hissed after Zevran had started to pound into his prostate mercilessly, making him cry out several times. Zevran snaked his hand around the pale waist and began to pump the younger man's cock in time with his thrusts. Vixen jumped in his skin not having expected the touch, but loving it all the same, soon after that the coil at the base of his spine tightened painfully but refused to snap and let him climax. Zevran had stopped pumping him and kept a tight enough hold on the base of his lover's cock to keep him from cuming before him.

"Zevran!" Vixen whimpered with a slightly hoarse voice having been screaming earlier when the man was ramming into his prostate. Zevran couldn't hold back any longer, he let go of Vixen's rod and grabbed his narrow hips in a bruising grip leaning forward and biting into the mages pale shoulder as he rammed into Vixen a few more times before reaching his climax. Vixen came with a scream of Zevran's name when the Antivan bit his shoulder. Both collapsed after the final surge of pleaser left them in the pleasant afterglow.

"Sadistic bastard." Vixen muttered quietly turning around to bury his face in the crock of Zevran's neck, feeling the soreness in his hips already; he whispered a weak healing spell not bothering with the heath poultice. Zevran chuckles, running a hand over the bite mark on Vixen's shoulder gently.

"What would that make you my little fox?" Zevran teases, rubbing the irritated skin around the bite getting the younger mage to gasp out and jerk slightly. A chuckle escapes the Antivan as he can see his lover's red and still breathless expression.

"A very lucky masochist that has some serious issues." Vixen mutters hand slipping down to take care of his new problem making breathless noises into the tanned skin of Zevran's neck. When Zevran can't take it anymore he pushes Vixen onto his back and takes him a second time. After both had gotten what they needed both were completely relaxed and could do nothing but drift into sleep, but Vixen does do one thing before he drifts off.

"Zev… If one or both of us doesn't make it tomorrow…" Zevran wants to hush the younger man and assure him they'll both make it but he can't bring himself to do so, "I love you…" Vixen whispers finally drifting to sleep before Zevran can say anything. Zevran tenses as he hears those three words blinking in astonishment. Slowly he relaxes then kisses Vixen softly on the lips.

"I love you too Vixen." He whispers quietly, as if fearing he'll shatter a fragile dream with the admittance. He leans down and pulls the blanket up around them before joining his mage in the Fade.

A/N: Well am I getting better at lemons? Oh that reminds me I should warn you about that in my earlier A/N! One moment! *goes back and edits first A/N* okay now that that's done, I hope you enjoyed and will review, good bye.