#davrookanis

Despite their efforts to retain neutral and uphold their second Friday date nights for Rook's sake, it seemed the Talon and the Warden couldn't get past their egos, bickering all through dinner and well into the night, but Rook was too blissed to think of a proper way to scold them.

Not when they were resting on their sides with her leg perched on Davrin's hip, allowing him to slide his thick cock deep inside her. Not when Lucanis' skillful hands teased her pebbling nipples and his cock, happily nestled in the forbidden heat of her ass, felt like it was about to breach her gut.

And the impact of both made her fingers clench, her toes curl, and her voice break in an strangled cry. One hand fisted itself in Lucanis' hair and it rewarded her with a growl so deep it made her wonder if Spite was joining them tonight. Her other hand reached for the underside of Davrin's jaw to expose his neck to Rook's frantic need to bite something.

Over and over, the rhythmic plap, plap, plap of their hips against hers punched the air from her lungs and beat in time with the Warden and Talon's own hiccupped moans.

Hands, tongues, lips - together they were a mess of sweat, sex, and limbs.

And bickering.

"Didn't figure you for a pillow princess," Davrin huffed, that smug grin lazily draped across his face.

Lucanis elicited a cry from Rook as he squeezed her nipple between his finger and thumb, rolling the sweet thing in his grip. His own expression furrowed with focus and restraint. "I'm not. Making love is more than immediate and over-eager thrusting. A bit adolescent, don't you think?"

"Nnn-agh!" Rook sobbed as they both drove her forward a sharp thrust of their hips, perfectly aimed for the sweet spots that made her eyes cross and her words into mush. Her hand in Lucanis' hair tightened against his scalp and her head curled in to Davrin's neck as shocks of pleasure tickled her skin. Gods, walking wasn't going to be an option in the morning.

Lifting her head by her chin, Davrin pressed a gentle kiss to Rook's tear-streaked cheek and another to her waiting lips. Teeth and tongue muffled her hiccupped moans. "Rook's right," the Warden groaned as his cock rocked up into that spot again. "She likes it when I'm rough."

Lucanis peered over Rook's trembling shoulder, but it was Spite who spoke first, forcing the Talon's hips to stutter when the demon took over. "You. Lie! Rook said. Nothing!"

"Yeah?" Davrin taunted with heavy breath. He ceased his sloppy thrusts, eliciting an instantaneous whine from a dazed, but cock drunk Rook. Her glassy eyes, brimming with tears and desperation, rose to meet his cocky grin with a jutted bottom lip.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop," she pleaded, her nails moving to rake themselves over Davrin's side. Her hips rocked back and forth with whatever room both men allotted her, frantically working to take them both. To build on the crescendo they'd subjected her to.

Both of her lovers knew it then. They knew it before her soft, silky walls began to clamp down around them that she was going to crash. Both Talon and Warden worked to build that delicious coil in her gut. Gentle hands pinched at her before they traveled to her sensitive bud. Roughened hands caressed her soft curves and supple lips and their voices - Gods, their voices - filled her cock drunk mind with praises and encouragement.

"There you go, baby. Take what you need."

"Let go, querida. We have you."

Gentle words soon mixed with punishing thrusts. Davrin's hands clawed at her hips like she was his anchor as he drove himself harder, deeper, nearly forcing the trio into the headboard with a desperate snarl. Her head flew back onto Lucanis' shoulder just as the Antivan draped his hands over Davrin's on her hips to add his own frantic movements to the assault.

Together they worked, their cocks sliding against each other through her wall of muscles, spearing her open and shifting her moans into screams until finally, finally the wave collides against every fiber of her being.

It is an otherworldly feeling of tension and pleasure and pain and relief - and it stole the breath from Rook's lungs. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth hung open as her breath returned in the sound of a sharp cry, and her fingers curled against the thick muscle of Davrin's back, leaving trails of raised pink in their wake. Her leg now draped over Lucanis' hip squeezed the Antivan like she was drawing him in deeper, filling her oh so perfectly, and her body convulsed, squeezing them both.

And that sent Davrin and Lucanis over the edge. A shudder rippled through them both, beginning at their nape and down to their tailbone, hips stuttering as it traveled. Their fingers dug into her hips with bruising force, holding her against their increasingly powerful movements. They thrust once. Twice. Thrice. And with a choked moan and hitched breath, both Talon and Warden reach their peak, spilling into their precious, patient Rook with a trembling twitch. Throat hoarse, Rook whined with every twitch of their cocks inside her, her limbs limp in post-coital bliss.

She wasn't sure how long she floated for, drifting from bliss to reality to bliss again, but she knows some time has passed when her eyes focus to find more candles lit on the nightstand. The realization, however, is brief as Rook is suddenly moved from her side and onto her back.

She rest against the plush bedding with a soft exhale, limbs still numb and loose at her sides. A slow, lazy smile is stretched across her face as euphoria washed over her.

"Still with us, babe?"

She nodded in Davrin's direction with a slow, unfocused blink. Soft footsteps and then the bed dipped just past her knee.

"Joder, you made such a mess." Lucanis' hands massaged her thighs with a warm cloth as if he too agreed she wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. "You call this finesse?"

Glass clinked against the nightstand's wooden surface. Water. "You think you can do better?"

"Ha." Rook didn't need to open her eyes. She could hear his smug little grin. The sound was always rough yet tender. "I know I can, Davrin."

Rook blinked, straining to see why hands were draping her legs over Lucanis' shoulders. Her gaze followed the downward trail of dark hair against his delicious caramel skin and-

"Oh, fuck me," she grumbled. Fuck his man's refractory period, specifically. How was he already hard again? Another perk of being an abomination?

Lucanis sat on his knees before her, dragging Rook's hips up off the bed to rest on his thighs. His heavy, pristine cock slipped along her folds, coating himself with her arousal until it glistened. With lidded eyes and pupils wide, he leaned to press a kiss to Rook's forehead, her temple, her cheek, and then her lips, showering her in affection while his hand pressed to her lower abdomen where Davrin had been seated a moment ago.

Gods, the thought did something to them both, placing them in a trance where nothing else seemed to matter but the rhythm of their heartbeats and the feel of their skin on the other. So much so, they didn't notice Davrin climb back into bed until his big, beautiful thighs caressed each side of Rook's face and his half-hard cock rest pressed against her cheek.

Everything she saw, felt, sensed, smelled. It churned that same familiar heat in her gut with little effort.

"Dav…" she whined. "Luca…"

"I know, mi amore. I know." Lucanis showered her with kisses again, nipping gently at her lips and then the tender spot beneath her jaw. "But we need to prove Davrin wrong and show him how this is done. Properly."

Davrin's chest rumbled in laughter, his hand gently combing through Rook's messy locks as he watched his lovers with rapturous pleasure. "Or prove I'm right and show Lucanis you can take it in different ways."

Or prove their bickering would be the death of her because the moment Lucanis' cock slid back inside her and stretched her to her limits, she knew Davrin wouldn't be too far behind.

Rook gave them both an incredulous look, arching an eyebrow. “Really? I won. Haven’t you listened to me at all?”

“I have. I won.” Davrin gave her a lopsided grin and Lucanis scoffed.

“No, no, I won!” The assassin sounded outraged and very drunk.

“Wait until you listen to my next story…”

Slurring, Davrin began telling them yet another of his misadventures as a monster hunter.

*

Rook woke up slowly and confused…she was pretty sure she was not on the big couch the Lighthouse had provided in what was supposed to be her room, alongside a big aquarium with a bunch of nosy fish.

No, wherever she was lying now was way warmer than a couch, and it was also more firm but at the same time more comfy…also, it seemed to breathe? The blanket on top of her was also warmer and heavier than she remembered, and again, was it breathing?

Rook forced her eyes to open and found that her blanket was actually Lucanis and they were lying on the dining room couch.

He was on top of her, in a quite chaste way despite being lying pretty much between her legs. He was snuggled to her, his head pillowed on her belly, his arms wrapped around her, holding to her shirt. She didn’t know how an assassin could look so cute and soft as Lucanis did. Her own arm was around him too, holding him protectively to her, her fingers buried in his hair. 

Rook didn’t know what was more surprising, that Lucanis was asleep on her, or that he was actually deeply asleep for once, with Spite behaving.

That wasn’t all, though.

Rook wasn’t quite lying on the couch, not really. She found that she was lying on top of Davrin, head resting comfortably on his chest. She’d always imagined that those pecs of him would be nice pillows, and now she had proof, they were. No wonder she’d felt she was lying on something warm and comfy. Davrin’s arm was a warm, heavy weight over her, holding her securely to his chest, with her head tucked behind his chin.

This was…nice, very nice.

Rook let out a content sigh. Why hadn’t they slept like that before? Why hadn’t they been sleeping like that forever?

Carefully, Rook let her fingers run through Lucanis’ hair. She didn’t dare to even breathe too deeply, in case the movement woke him, she didn’t want to spoil the rare moment of an asleep Lucanis, and much less if he was snuggled to her while he slept.

“And then he claims he doesn’t sleep…” Davrin’s voice was deep and rough, he too had just woken up.

“Shh,” Rook shushed him quietly. “Let him sleep. He needs it.”

Davrin just hummed, nuzzling her hair and tightening his hold on her, wrapping his other arm around her too now. Rook sighed again, a content smile spreading across her face. They should definitely do this more often…

Davrin moved from her hair to nuzzle her neck instead, his hot breath on her sensitive skin making her shiver, and she almost gasped…she was waiting, hoping, for him to kiss her neck, but he didn’t, just nuzzling it again. This time, she gasped, her hand tightening on Lucanis’ hair, who stirred but snuggled even closer to her.

“You’re trying to make me move and wake him,” Rook accused him and Davrin chuckled against her neck, the feeling sending another shiver through her.

“He better wake up before Assan gets in here and sees him,” Davrin said. “He’ll get jealous and peck his ass.”

Rook couldn’t help her snort. Still trying not to bother Lucanis’ sleep, she twisted so she could look at Davrin’s face. He gave her a smirk, his eyes warm and soft…he was always so beautiful that it was unreal, how could he look so pretty right after waking up? Looking at him, Rook almost forgot what she was going to say. Davrin arched an amused eyebrow at her as if he’d realized it, and so Rook decided to retaliate.

“Oh? Maybe you’re the one jealous that he’s lying on top of me like that…” She teased but regretted it as soon as it left her lips.

Maybe she was going too far? The last thing she wanted was to upset any of them, she’d never want to hurt them. She knew she’d been doing some flirting with both men, but she couldn’t help herself. They both were handsome, gentle, and so caring…they made her heart beat in a way that felt as if it were almost dancing, while butterflies danced foolishly in her belly.

It wasn’t a good idea, she knew it, she’d tried to stop it, but she couldn’t.

Davrin didn’t seem hurt or upset, though. He arched an eyebrow again, his cocky smirk growing.

“Jealous?” He smirked. “I got no reason for that. He’s no competition.” His tone was carefree, joking, and Rook relaxed again.

“Confident, aren’t we,” Rook snorted, though Davrin had plenty of reasons to be so. “Well…I think you win the award for best, comfiest pillow in the world, no doubt. But I must say, Lucanis is a pretty good blanket…” She teased.

Davrin nodded. “Yeah, he’s not bad. He should stop being an assassin and become a full-time blanket, I’d like him more then.” 

Rook chuckled at the nonsense of it all, a silly yet elated smile spread across her face, and she hoped for more mornings like this, just snuggles and silly, careless conversations and jokes.

Davrin buried his face in Rook’s neck again, nuzzling at it, his lips almost kissing it, and she shuddered, something close to a small moan leaving her lips. She felt him smile against her neck.

“See? No reason to be jealous…” His warm breath caressed her skin as he breathed out his words and Rook swallowed hard, she couldn’t stop her legs from tightening around Lucanis’ sides.

Lucanis mumbled something, stirring. He nuzzled at her belly, not totally awake yet, making Rook feel a very much not innocent tingle. The moment he woke up and realized where he was, he stopped, going still. He looked up at Rook and his eyes widened, the confusion in them giving way to almost panic, which grew when he noticed Davrin there too.

“Rook…what…I…” He mumbled, lifting from on top of her, and Rook could almost see the million thoughts and questions going behind his eyes. “I…uh…sorry…”

“Sorry?” Davrin said before Rook could say anything. “Please, she’s loving this.”

“I am, indeed…don’t leave…” Rook almost pouted, reaching out for Lucanis again. He seemed almost bashful, though, and Rook felt a bit guilty. She didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable. “Sorry, it’s okay if you want to leave.”

Davrin snorted. “He doesn’t.” He reached and tugged at Lucanis unceremoniously, making him fall on top of Rook again. “It’s fine, crow, don’t go running away now.”

Lucanis mumbled something, but it seemed Davrin was right, and so, after a brief moment, Lucanis wrapped his arms around Rook again, his head pillowed on her stomach. With a quiet sigh, his tired eyes closed once more when Rook caressed his hair, and her heart seemed to squeeze a bit at it. A professional, lethal assassin had no business being so cute.

“Ey Lucanis, best sleep you ever had, right?” Davrin taunted him and Lucanis muttered a curse at him, but didn’t bother to open his eyes.

Trying to stop her smile, Rook turned to shoot a playful glare at Davrin, who gave her an unapologetic, cheeky grin.

“Well, speaking for myself, I haven’t slept this good in a long, long while,” Rook said and she felt Davrin nodding.

“I could tell,” he joked. “But…yeah, it wasn’t bad.”

Lucanis was silent for a few seconds. “I hadn’t slept this well before,” he admitted, his voice quiet and shy, and Rook’s heart squeezed again. She ran her hand through his hair and felt Lucanis sigh and relax more into her.

Rook’s eyes closed again, enjoying the warmth of both men holding her and the feeling of Davrin’s fingers drawing patterns over her shoulder after he tugged at her sleeve to expose the skin. 

Rook felt Lucanis nuzzling at her belly and when he opened her eyes, she saw his flashing purple as he grimaced the way he did when he fought Spite.

“What’s Spite saying?” She asked.

“Nothing, sorry, Rook,” Lucanis said, grimacing once more.

“Let him speak, he deserves it as a treat for letting us sleep all this time,” she joked.

Lucanis tried to shake his head no but instead he nodded, gritting his teeth as if the demon were winning the battle.

“Rook. Smells. Nice.” Lucanis’ voice had Spite’s edge and his eyes were flashing purple again.

Davrin’s chest vibrated as he laughed. “For once, the demon and I agree,” he said as he buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, almost as if to breathe her in, making Rook squirm and giggle as he tickled her.

Lucanis shook his head, grimacing, and Spite relented. He gave Rook an apologetic, bashful smile. “Sorry, Rook.”

“Nothing to be sorry about.” Rook smiled at him, reaching to brush her fingers over his cheek. Lucanis’ eyes closed at it and he leaned into her touch.

The three startled, hastily pulling away from each other and almost in defensive poses, instinctually, when something banged insistently against the door, pushing it open. It was only Assan, though, who squawked loudly and rushed inside.

The griffon looked at them on the couch and trotted towards them, squawking again and giving them a reproachful look, somehow.

“See, I told you he was going to be mad,” Davrin said. “Sorry, boy.”

He reached out to pet him and so did Rook, stroking him behind his ears, and even Lucanis reached to pat the griffon’s head softly. He accepted the offer of attention and pets.

“I’ll cook breakfast,” Lucanis said, getting up and heading to the open kitchen area.

“Thanks, Lucanis…we should do this again,” Rook said to both men, trying to sound casual and joking, despite how much she actually hoped they could fall asleep like that again

“Yeah.” Davrin nodded. “But I get to be the one between your legs next time.”

Davrin gave her a cocky grin and Rook snorted, swatting his arm playfully. She ventured a look at Lucanis and saw that, despite his flush, half a smile tugged at his lips, as he busied himself making breakfast.

With a demanding squawk, Assan jumped onto the couch, pushing at them until he got situated between Davrin and Rook, which was, according to the griffon, his rightful place.

*

Despite Rook’s hopes and wishes, nothing like that night in which Davrin, she, and Lucanis had fallen asleep together, happened any time soon.

However, there was a night, after a particularly demanding mission at Minrathous, both emotionally and physically,  when Rook found herself in Davrin’s room, along with Lucanis, as they drank together, first silent, then talking about what had happened.

Davrin was sitting down on his armchair in front of the fireplace. Rook was sitting down on the armrest, her legs on Davrin’s lap, her arm around his shoulders, and she let her fingers draw soft patterns over the exposed skin of his shoulder.

Lucanis had been leaning against the wall next to the fireplace but, after Rook pouted at him with grabby hands, he’d indulged her, going to sit instead on the fluffy carpet next to the sofa, leaning his head on her leg so she stroke his hair, mumbling a curse at Davrin when he teased him for it.

She wasn’t sure when or how they moved from there to Davrin’s bed, and she wouldn’t dare to say a word about it, in case it ruined the moment. They were tired, drained even, they were a bit drunk, and this sleeping arrangement felt to Rook like the best idea they could have ever had, if Assan’s disapproving look was ignored.

It’d been Davrin, she thought, who had flopped down onto the bed first, dragging a giggling Rook with him, and they both had reached for a reluctant Lucanis before he tried to leave. The assassin hadn’t needed much convincing to let himself be dragged into the cuddle pile for the night.

Lucanis was snuggled to Rook, his arms around her, holding to her with his head tucked under her chin, pressed as close to her as he could. Davrin was behind her, his warm, strong chest against her back, his face buried on her shoulder, and his arm wrapped around her, hand resting on Lucanis’ side, holding them all together.

At a flash of purple, Rook opened her eyes, slightly worried, but it was just Spite, or his wings rather, popping out to envelope them three as Lucanis fell asleep. Rook closed her eyes but half-awoken briefly not much later when the bed dipped as Assan jumped onto it, curling up at their feet.

Her last thought before she fell asleep again was that there was certainly no better way to sleep.

*

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Spite was watching from the periphery of his vision, had clearly been waiting to jump in control once his guard was down. But there was no teasing or temper, instead he was pacing back and forth, watching Rook fuss over him.

“He fell asleep,” Taash said from behind them all.

“I did not,” he protested.

“Uh, yeah you did,” they folded their arms across their chest, “You were stirring the porridge, you closed your eyes and then you went down like a sack of potatoes.”

“When did you last get some rest?” Rook’s eyes widened a little, as they always did when she worried about him.

“Always concerned about you,” Spite hummed, crouching down beside him to lean in closer to Rook’s face, “Smells like chocolate and salt and want.

“I…” he tried to ignore the purple visage, focusing on the elf in front of him, “You know I don’t sleep.”

“Well, you need to.”

He waved her off, grabbing the countertop and pulling himself back onto his feet, “I’m fine.”

Her hands went to her hips, head tilted to look up at him, “You literally just passed out making breakfast.”

“I’ll have some more coffee and I will be ready to go,” he said, “You’ve got business in Rivain, I’ll finish breakfast and we can get going.”

“No,” she said firmly, “You can’t keep pushing your body like this. You’re going to get yourself or someone around you hurt.”

“And if Spite takes over?” he asked.

“Then one of us will watch you, wake you if we have to. But you have to rest.”

“Rook, I-”

“No.”

“Eva-”

He watched her eyes soften as he used her real name, but she held firm, “No. I’m benching you. Stay here and sleep. Boss’ orders.”

“Boss Rook,” Spite cooed as Lucanis’ form straightened up a little.

She turned from him before he could protest again, asking Harding if she’d be okay to gear up and come to Rivain with her and Taash instead of Lucanis, as the assassin busied himself cleaning up the broken bowl and finishing off breakfast.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her take a seat on the edge of the table, hand rested on the Warden’s leg as they began to converse quietly.

“You say. Rude to stare,” Spite reminded him, and he turned his head away to finish his task.

Across the room, Eva traced the pattern on the stitching of Davrin’s trousers, the pair playfully avoiding each other’s eye contact as he pretended to be more engrossed in his carving.

“Would you do me a favour today?” she asked.

He glanced at her, a dark eyebrow cocked, “You want me to watch him? Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“I’d do it myself, but I promised Taash we’d head out to the coast to fight some Antaam. And I trust you the most to look out for him,” she said, “And I know you bicker, but he trusts you too.”

“Really?”

“Hey, you two have buried the hatchet since Weisshaupt. And you’re both…” she trailed off a little, unsure how to word the fact that they were her two favourite people in the whole world without opening herself up to the vulnerability of that sentiment. She tucked a lock of dark hair behind her ear instead, “Besides if you won’t do it for him, will you do it for me?”

He pondered for a moment, recognising the gleam in her eye before he sighed, “Fine, but you owe me.”

She smiled, “I’m sure I can find a way to repay you,”

“You’re a tease, you know that?”

“I do,” she leaned forward and brushed a kiss against his mouth, “But you enjoy it.”

They all enjoyed a quiet breakfast together, nothing more said about the incident in the kitchen this morning, though Eva noted that Lucanis was particularly quiet, pointedly eating his porridge and not replying to Spite as he was known to do. Compliments were passed around about the breakfast, as usual, Manfred insisting on cleaning up, with Emmrich to watch him to ensure that nothing was broken in his ward’s eagerness.

Harding, Taash and Eva readied themselves to head out through the Eluvian, Bellara and Neve joining them to take a jaunt into the Crossroads, Emmrich taking some time with Manfred and Assan both in an attempt to run them ragged. Eva had spoken a few more quiet words to Davrin before leaving, stopping in front of Lucanis who was nursing a cup of coffee in the library to take his hand in hers and insist once again that he get some rest, turning to address the air and tell Spite to behave.

Before he could register the warmth in his chest and the fact that Spite was near bouncing up and down because Eva had spoken to him directly, she was gone, down the stairs and headed to the Eluvian.

“C’mon.”

He glanced up to see Davrin stood over him with folded arms.

“What?” the assassin asked.

“Rook said you gotta sleep. She told me to watch you so the demon doesn’t escape,” he nodded to the door, “So c’mon.”

Lucanis dragged himself to his feet, the pair of them sharing a begrudging expression, knowing that this was neither of their first choice, but neither of them were going to defy what Eva had asked for.

They walked out into the courtyard side by side, Lucanis faltering in his step as he saw Davrin divert to his quarters.

“Where are you going?” he frowned.

“What? Did you think I was just going to post up like a guard and watch you sleep?” Davrin asked.

Lucanis followed him up the steps, brushing past him as the Warden held the door open to allow him entry, “I figured you’d bar the door and sit outside it.”

“Figured we might as well try and make this comfortable,” Davrin shrugged a little, “And if Spite gets jumpy, I know my room better than yours.”

“Smart.”

Lucanis had not spent much time in Davrin’s room, the pair of them generally avoiding each other when the Warden had joined their party, and even once they had formed their somewhat truce, he found no reason to just hang out in search of conversation. If he wanted company, there would always be someone in the dining area or library, and if Davrin happened to be there, then so be it. Besides, it was the worst kept secret in their group that if Rook and Davrin were having some private time, they would be holed up in Davrin’s quarters, so it would be better for everyone not to enter the Warden’s chambers without knocking first and having a damn good reason to be disturbing them.

Davrin gestured towards the bed that was tucked in the corner, “Have at it.”

Lucanis awkwardly toed off his boots, but was stopped from crawling into the bed by a scoff from Davrin, “What?”

“That’s what you’re going to sleep in?” the elf cocked his head a little, “Do all you Crows sleep fully clothed or is this just a you thing?”

Spite appeared at Davrin’s shoulder, sniffing curiously, “Warden wants. To see what’s under.”

“Unlike you, I do not sleep naked,” Lucanis bit back, earning a smirk from Davrin that sent a spark of warmth right to his gut.

Davrin held his hands up, “Just want you to be comfortable. Don’t want your fancy silk vest getting creased.”

Lucanis sighed, swiftly unbuttoning the vest and set it aside before climbing effortlessly into the bed, feeling uneasy at the amount of tension that left his body simply by laying down on a comfortable mattress.

Davrin clambered in next to him, boots also off, shirt still on though those low collars of his could barely be counted as such. His much larger body blocked off the easy exit from the bed, trapping Lucanis, and Spite, against the wall. Lucanis watched the Warden take out a book from his bedside table, flick open to a marked page and begin reading.

“Y’know, most people close their eyes when they’re going to sleep,” Davrin said in a low voice, eyes not moving from the page.

“Are you reading a romance novel?” Lucanis frowned.

“Maybe,” Davrin spared him a glance, “Problem with that?”

“Not at all,” the assassin admitted.

“Thought I’d want something with more monsters and thrill?”

“Perhaps.”

“Rook said it was good,” he said, “And I trust her judgement.”

“She does have good taste,” Lucanis agreed, feeling a warmth in his cheeks as Davrin’s eyes met his, quickly rolling onto his side, face somewhat buried in the pillow.

“Get some sleep. I’ll wake you if Spite causes any trouble.”

Lucanis closed his eyes, feeling the pull of sleep dragging him into unconsciousness, his last waking thought was that the pillow smelled like Rook.

Spite sat in wait, watching over Lucanis as he drifted off, knowing that he could take control now. But with the Warden so close, he would not get very far. So, he crouched on the edge of the bed, watching the elf curiously as he read.

He had hated Davrin at first. He threatened Lucanis, threatened him, and worst of all, when he came to the Lighthouse, Rook changed. Rook had only ever looked at Lucanis, and them, with that smile and those eyes, and then the Warden had arrived, and she gave him that smile too, looked at him the way she looked at them. And after Weisshaupt, the smells had changed. She still smelled of chocolate and salt, but there was always a hint of something else.

Gingerwort and wood shavings.

He had been viciously jealous at first, encouraging Lucanis to get the Warden out of the way, not wanting to have to share Rook’s attention. But as his temper had cooled, he had seen that Rook cared for the Warden, could not bare to see them fight, so they would keep the Warden around; to make her happy. If he and Lucanis ever agreed on one thing, it was that they would never do anything to intentionally hurt Rook, even if Lucanis would never admit his feelings for her out loud.

And somewhere over the weeks, even Lucanis had relented, finding somewhat of a kinship with the Warden. Not a friendship, not like the nights when he would laugh with the book club or share a drink with Rook, but an understanding was there that Spite could not quite get his head around.

So he watched, and he waited, taking in the line of the Warden’s nose, the ripple of his muscles, the curve of his bottom lip. For their animosity, Lucanis looked, and when Lucanis looked, so did Spite. Spite had only wanted Rook, and the Warden was nothing like Rook, save for their pointed ears. The Warden was not small, able to fit into their arms, if only Lucanis would let them hold her, did not smell like chocolate or buy them knives. But the jealously he had once felt had relented into a fire in his chest whenever he saw the Warden hold Rook, saw how she kissed him, and touched him. If Rook enjoyed how the Warden held her, would he? Would Lucanis?

It felt like hours he sat for, as the Warden read his book, head tilted in curiosity at every smile, every soft chuckle, even the slightest hint of warmth and shift in his scent at whatever words he read on the page.

Finally, he finished his book, hands now resting on his stomach, glancing around as though wondering what to do now, but not wanting to move too far from Lucanis. Spite watched as the Warden shimmied down into the bed, getting comfortable on his side, and soon enough, fall asleep himself. He observed a little while longer, curiosity eating at him as the Warden succumbed to a deeper sleep, Lucanis not even disturbed by the shifting body beside him, a wry grin crossing his face as the pair instinctively moved closer together, the Warden’s arm reaching out to wrap around Lucanis.

It was some time later that Davrin awoke sharply. He felt something move under his hand, and he subconsciously wrapped his arm tighter around it, at first thinking it Eva shifting in her sleep before he remembered his charge, and tightened his hold even more, curling his arm around Lucanis to hold him in place.

“Spite,” he said in a low, warning tone, “Don’t.”

“Warden no fun,” Spite grumbled, “Light sleeper.”

He cracked his eyes open to see Spite wiggling in his grasp, turning so that they were lying face to face, the purple light in the assassin’s eyes a little unnerving so close, but he didn’t relent his hold.

“Lucanis needs to sleep,” he told him, “If he stays awake much longer it might kill him, which will definitely be no fun for you.”

He grumbled again, “Don’t want him dead. Just want. To see.”

“All you’re seeing today is me, I’m afraid,” Davrin said, “You gotta let him rest.”

Spite quieted down for a little while, the pair simply taking in the other’s features as they lay so close.

“Pretty Warden.”

Davrin’s eyebrows rose, “What?”

“Warden is pretty,” Spite told him, “Lucanis thinks so.”

“Does he now?”

“Won’t say, won’t ever say. Thinks Rook is pretty too. Pretty together. Beautiful. Won’t let me tell. Never lets me tell.”

Davrin gave a soft chuckle, “Well this definitely isn’t the conversation I thought I’d be having with you… don’t tell Lucanis, but he’s not so bad himself.”

“Won’t tell,” he said, and it felt like a promise from his tone, “Pretty Warden. Smell like…” he sniffed harshly, “Gingerwort and wood shavings and… chocolate.”

“Chocolate?”

Spite nodded, “Smell like Rook. Chocolate and salt.”

“Do you smell Rook often?”

He shook his head to himself at the smile that played on Spite’s mouth, but they both glanced up at the sound of the door opening and he felt Spite vibrate in his arms as he recognised the presence.

“Y’know,” Eva said, rounding the corner to stand at the foot of the bed, “When I asked you to keep an eye on him, this isn’t what I meant.”

Davrin flushed a little, taking stock of the fact that he was laying with Lucanis’ sleeping form tucked comfortably, “Was the easiest way to keep Spite in check.”

“Uh huh…” she nodded, “You got room for one more?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, as long as you don’t mind me interrupting?”

“Not at all,” he said.

She clambered into the bed, tucking herself in on the other side of Lucanis, feeling him turn to nuzzle in closer to her warmth.

“Chocolate and salt,” Spite hummed, “Rook.”

She gave him a smile, “Hey Spite.”

“Pretty Warden said Lucanis need sleep.”

Rook laughed softly, “The pretty Warden’s right.”

“No fun.”

“Is this not fun?” she teased, tracing the line of his jaw with her fingertip. She felt the shiver of Lucanis’ skin under her touch, and the heat of Davrin’s gaze over his shoulder as he watched her interact with the demon.

“Lucanis won’t let me. Says it’s too dangerous.”

“You let me handle him,” she said, “Why don’t you lay here with me and Davrin for a little longer? And when our Crow’s had some sleep, I’ll talk to Luca about rewarding you somehow.”

Spite preened under the attention, “You. Spite’s favourite.”

He settled fully at her insistence, but kept watch as both Davrin and Rook found rest of their own, falling asleep with their hands rested on his waist.

Lucanis’ eyes opened to find himself face to face with Davrin, warmer and more comfortable than he had been in far longer than he could comprehend, almost sluggish with how much sleep he had managed to get.

“Mierda.”

“For full transparency,” Davrin mumbled his own eyes barely open, “Everyone remained fully clothed.”

A shame, Spite hissed in his ears.

Lucanis frowned sleepily, “Spite didn’t try to leave?”

“Oh, he did,” Davrin told him, “We convinced him to let you sleep.”

“We?”

Chocolate and salt!

He glanced over to see Rook curled up behind him, face buried against his shoulder blades right where Spite’s wings would unfurl, her own arms wrapped around him, to keep him close.

“Mierda,” he whispered again.

She began to shift at the sound of voices, the warmth of her breath against his skin as she let out a soft yawn, stretching, the softness of her body pressing against him.

“Luca? You okay?”

Her brown eyes were wide, that concerned look back once again. His mouth flapped, trying to wrap his head around the entire situation, how he had ended up from being forced into a nap under guard to waking up in the arms of one person he desired desperately and another that he had begun to change his feelings on, resigning himself to never having either of them; least of all because they had each other first. And somehow most confusing of all was that the demon that possessed him, that kept him from sleep, that would take control and be a danger to others, had let him rest; not because he was threatened, but because he was held.

She offered him a soft smile as she noted the flush in his cheeks, “Don’t think I’ve seen our Crow blush quite like that before.”

Our Crow, Spite crooned in his ears, Ours. Theirs. Our Warden. Our Rook. Wood shavings and chocolate.