#spite da4

It became a nightly ritual for you, to wake almost screaming and covered in sweat, the nightmares having disturbed you once more. The light house was vast and quiet, walking it's halls would soothe your nightly terrors most nights, though most of your newly recruited friends were asleep it still assuaged your mind to walk the halls. This night was no different from any other, you stood outside the door to Varrics room, guilt washing over you, causing you to walk away quickly. You did not know where your feet were taking you tonight until you found yourself outside of his room.

Lucanis had been a favourite of yours ever since he accepted the contract to help you, watching how he dispatched your enemies with ease in the Ossury caused you to notice him at first, but watching him change from a cold blooded assassin to the man you accompanied to the market is what melted your heart. Admittedly you tried to ignore it at first, you felt you had a bond with Harding after helping her train her newly gained stone magic, but this was something else, you felt bad thinking you would have to spurn her advances for Lucanis.

Luckily Lucanis kept to himself, at first you wondered why but after he told you about the demon Spite, you understood clearly then, he could not allow anyone close to him for fear of what Spite would do if it ever took over. You tried to keep your distance from him, not letting yourself get too close but you could still not deny the pull between you two. It broke your heart more to notice that Harding was pulling away from you, now you knew you were in too deep, your unconscious mind unable to accept that you could never be with him truly.

You knew Lucanis was awake as you could hear the fire crackling through the wooden door, he often staved off sleep as much as he could, giving Spite less of a chance to take over his unconscious body. You opened the door gently on the off chance he was indeed asleep, having finally succumbed to his own fatigue. There he was though, sat in the opulent armchair, his nails digging into the arm rests, his knuckles white from the force of his grip.

Ever so gingerly you walked over to him, not wanting to startle him, watching as his eyes squeezed shut, battling for control over his own body. Your voice was barely a whisper as you spoke. "Lucanis?...."

The sound of your voice snapped him back to reality, his eyes were now open but his hands remained on the chair, gripping for dear life. He shook his head as if to shake away the demon, knowing it would not work, Spite was ever in his ear, taunting him and tonight was a particularly bad night. Lucanis took a deep breath to steel himself before speaking, his voice was strained but it didn't lack any of its usual lustre to you.

"Ah Rook.... I was not expecting company tonight." The words came through gritted teeth as he tried to ignore Spite, Let me talk! I want to talk to her!. He tried to affect a small smile for you but you could see it pained him to do so. I know you want her! We want her. Spite was being relentless tonight, Lucanis had regular thoughts of you and Spite loved it, Spite wanted to speak to you as soon as they met you, he could sense you were different.

You stood there concerned, you knew he had been battling with Spite particularly bad for a few days and did not want to exacerbate things for Lucanis. "I.... I can leave if you like?..." Your voice was gentle, it always was when speaking to Lucanis, he enjoyed that side of you, tender and caring, even to him who was an abomination.

He shook his head once more and gritted his teeth before standing politely, his fists balled at his side. "No Rook" He blurted out almost too fast before composing himself. "Please stay... I'll make some coffee" A small smile crept up onto his face as you watched him walk to the coffee pot, you often shared a coffee together, enjoying the rich blend he would often make for you.

You paced the room as Lucanis attended the coffee, your hands stroking the old stone walls of the room, you often wondered how old the lighthouse was, admiring the masonry and architecture on your night time walks. You walked in silence until you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning you and pushing you against the stone wall. Lucanis was pressing his body against yours, holding you tight so you could not escape, you almost cried out until you saw the purple hue in his eyes. Spite.

Spite had been pressing and taunting Lucanis for days, begging to let him through so he could be man enough to do what Lucanis dared not to. He knew that you wanted Lucanis, he could smell your hormones and hear your heartbeat every time you were near him, each time he would shout to him, Tell her! You know we want her! Let me talk to her! Each time Lucanis held fast and kept Spite at bay, fearing Spite would ruin you, that was not what Lucanis wanted, he wanted to adore you and love you properly.

You were held against the wall, the vision of Lucanis pinning you there, his knee between your legs making sure you could not run away. Those purple eyes bore into your own and you could feel the lust behind them. You had never met Spite before and did not know how to act, yet your heart was pounding like a jackhammer, if this was Lucanis you would have given in in and instant, you didn't want to have him this way, possessed by a demon.

Oh don't worry sweetheart, he's loving this really. Spites voice was hot against your neck now, using Lucanis' lips to ghost over your skin, trying to tempt you to him. I'm only doing what he is too scared to do. Coward!. You could feel the heat from his words, laying your head back against the wall you tried to resist, In your mind you hoped Spite wasn't lying, that Lucanis did want you, but you would not take that chance, you would not believe a demon.

Spite roamed Lucanis' lips along your neck, kissing you with reverence, you tried hard not to let a small moan escape you but your attempt was futile, causing Spite to chuckle against your skin. His tour of your body only lasted a few more delicious moments, you could not deny that you had wanted this. Lucanis finally took over and laid his forehead against yours, he was breathless and his skin slick with sweat from the battle for his body against Spite.

You had no words for him as he still stood there, holding you against the wall with his body, breath ragged and desperate. Lucanis looked you over briefly and tried to utter some type of apology, but he could not, to say he had not wanted any of this was a lie, he had dreamt of you on many nights, your soft touch upon him and now you were here in his grasp.