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Rook groaned as he stepped into his and Lucanis’ designated room. Miraculously, the Cobbled Swan had managed to survive largely intact, and the owners insisted the Veilguard rest there for the evening, on the house. They had gotten what the owner called the “honeymoon suite”. It was apparently the nicest room in the tavern. Rook believed it. The bed took up most of the space, large enough for several people and piled high with furs and silk pillows.
The group had descended the decaying blight roots to a roaring crowd cheering for them. As good as it felt to know they had saved so many lives, Rook still felt awkward under all that praise and attention. He was more than happy to use the excuse of tending to his wounds to leave the celebrations early. Lucanis, feeling the same, was practically glued to his side the entire time. They’d be able to check in with everyone after getting some rest.
“You know, I think that is the first time I’ve gotten applause for completing a contract.” Lucanis mused, already stripping out of his blood stained armor to see just how many new scars he’d have come morning.
Rook laughed, but then winced in pain and held his side. Lucanis quickly came over to him to help him peel out of his own armor. Most of his wounds had stopped bleeding, thankfully, but they still needed to be cleaned.
The two shared a bath, but were both too exhausted to think about anything intimate. Even Spite was feeling the fatigue of battle. Instead, they helped each other wash the blood and grime from their bodies and hair before taking a moment to just relax in each other’s arms as they soaked in the warm water.
Eventually, reluctantly, they got out of the tub and dried off and carefully bandaged each other up. Rook didn’t even bother putting anything else on and just flopped down on the bed, naked and humming at the feeling of the soft fur against his skin. There was still plenty of daylight left, and the way the sun shone through the sheer curtains and fell over his aching body like a warm blanket only made him that much sleepier.
Lucanis followed his example and joined him on the bed. He pulled the mage into his arms, one draped over his waist and the other reaching out to cup his face. “This almost doesn’t feel real...” He said quietly and pressed their foreheads together.
Rook nuzzled against Lucanis, humming again and closing his eyes. “I’ll process everything tomorrow. Right now I just want to be right here. ” He cuddled up against his Crow, hands resting against his chest. Their legs tangled together as they found comfort in each other.
They stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other’s warmth and closeness. Lucanis watched as Rook’s breathing steadied and his body relaxed as he drifted to sleep in the assassin’s arms. He must have been exhausted. So was Lucanis, but he still didn’t want to sleep just yet.
Spite snaked his arms around Rook’s waist and nestled against his back. The mage stirred only slightly, sighing contentedly from the feeling of being held from both sides before he was asleep again.
Lucanis wasn’t sure what was going to come next for them. As long as Caterina lived, he didn’t really have to worry about First Talon business right away. There were other, more urgent questions in the Crow’s mind. Like would Rook join him in Treviso right away? Would it be too presumptuous to assume they’d be living together before being officially married? Did Rook even want to live in Treviso? The mage clearly loved the Grand Necropolis… did Lucanis have any right to ask him to leave his home?
“Lucanis thinks too much.” Spite muttered into Rook’s hair.
“And you think too little.” The Crow responded in a teasing whisper.
Spite stuck their tongue out at him.
Lucanis chuckled, shaking his head slightly. He sighed and laid his head down on one of the silk pillows. “But… you are right.”
“Always right.” Spite raised its head to give Lucanis a smug look.
“I find it incredibly unfair how you can read my mind, but I cannot read yours.”
“Because Spite always says what he’s thinking anyway.” Rook murmured and curled up further into Lucanis’ chest. “You don’t have to read his mind…”
“Lo siento, cariño. I didn't mean to wake you.” Lucanis placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
“Not asleep…” Rook insisted in the sleepiest voice the Crow had heard from him.
“Let yourself rest.” Lucanis brought a hand up to brush stray hairs from Rook’s face. “You’ve earned it. You did the impossible today.”
“Killing a god?” Rook halfway opened one eye to look at Lucanis. “That’s not special. So did you.”
The assassin chuckled and let his fingers gently massage Rook’s scalp, causing the mage’s eye to flutter closed again. “Not killing a god. You changed a god’s mind. That is far more impressive.”
“I didn’t really do much…” Rook mumbled, eyes still closed. “The Inquisitor and Morrigan–Mythal, whatever–did most of the work…”
“But they had the opportunity because of you, ” Lucanis insisted. “You convinced Mythal to give you her essence without a fight, you inspired the Inquisitor to give Solas another chance, and you chose to put your faith in love instead of force. Truly… I have never been more in awe of you.”
Rook’s eyes opened to meet Lucanis’ loving gaze. “It sounds so corny when you put it like that.” His face was flushed from the praise, but he still smiled. “It was incredibly stupid and risky and if I was wrong, I would have doomed the world. Again.”
“But you weren’t wrong.”
“Lysandre always right.” Spite placed several kisses against the back of Rook’s neck.
Rook briefly closed his eyes against the sensation before looking back at Lucanis. “Okay, okay… if I agree that I did a good job, will you stop with the praise?”
“For now.” The assassin teased, the corners of his mouth raising ever so slightly.
“No.” Spite said at the same time between its kisses.
Rook laughed at the demon’s bluntness, but that laugh turned into a moan when it bit down at the base of his neck, just hard enough to get a reaction. The mage’s body arched into Lucanis, who responded in kind and claimed Rook’s lips with his own. There was a joy inside the mage he hadn’t felt before, stronger than even when they had first gotten together. It was the feeling of being free from the burden of saving the world. They were done, this was it. Now they could enjoy their “happily ever after”.
Then Rook tried to move on top of Lucanis, and was met with a sharp pain in his side. He grit his teeth, hissing as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck…”
Both Spite and Lucanis stopped out of concern. Lucanis pushed himself up onto an elbow so he could inspect if any of Rook’s wounds opened up. They hadn’t, thankfully. “Perhaps we shouldn’t…” The assassin started, but trailed off as he met his mage’s eyes again. Despite the pain, Rook’s skin was already flushed with desire. His eyes pleading not to stop.
“I have. An idea.” Spite said with a wide grin. They leaned forward and whispered something into Rook’s ear. The mage’s eyes widened and he nodded, breathless.
Lucanis raised an eyebrow as he watched Spite reach over Rook to join their hands together. Literally. Spite’s spectral hand sunk into the mage’s, who shivered from the sensation. They raised it together to cup Lucanis’ cheek. A spark of magic surrounded them, sending goosebumps down the assassin’s arms. “What is…” he tried asking, but he was pulled into a kiss before he could finish. He closed his eyes as he felt the room spin, and he clung to the only thing that grounded him–Lysandre.
A familiar tickle played in the back of Lucanis’ eyes, the same one he felt constantly while in the Lighthouse. When the kiss finally broke, he pulled back with wide eyes. “Did you just…?”
“Welcome to my mind.” Rook said as he pulled his hand back to rest it against the Crow’s chest. They were still naked, still in the Cobbled Swan, except the details had shifted. Their bandages were gone, and Lucanis no longer felt the aches left behind from the fight.
It hit him then. Just as Spite had drawn Rook into Lucanis’ head before, now the demon drew Lucanis into Rook’s head. But this time, it wasn’t to help heal trauma. He opened his mouth to say something, but the flick of something purple caught his attention. He glanced behind Rook and couldn’t stop the soft gasp that escaped his lips.
Rook turned to see what Lucanis was staring at, and his eyes widened. Spite was there, which the mage had expected, but what he didn’t expect was the form it took. It was taller now than both of them, its wings resting lazily behind it as it lounged on the bed behind Rook. It still shared Lucanis’ face, but the details were sharper. Its ears were pointed just slightly, its pupils slitted, and the mage saw a flash of fangs in its grin. Four black horns emerged from its hairline and curved back above its head delicately.
Spite hummed as it admired its new form. Its nails were sharpened into claws, all except for two fingers on each hand which were smooth and rounded. “This is what Rook likes?” It asked in a teasing voice, grinning down at the mage. Its spaded tail flicked up to run its tip along Rook’s leg.
Not just Rook, Lucanis swallowed as he took in every new detail. “Mierda…” was all he could say, which made the demon chuckle.
Spite trailed a finger across Rook’s jaw, coaxing the mage to turn to it completely. “So do I.” It practically growled and leaned in to capture the mage’s lips. Rook moaned and melted into Spite’s arms.
Now with nothing holding him back, Lucanis hooked an arm around Rook’s waist and pressed his chest against the mage’s back. He peppered Rook’s neck with kisses, lips trailing up to his jaw and finally to his ear. He nipped at it, causing his fiancé to shiver in pleasure and moan against Spite’s lips.
Both human and demon were fully hard by now and pressing their erections to either side of Rook’s body. The Watcher released the kiss to let his eyes slide down Spite’s body. “Oh, sweet Andraste…” his cheeks burned as he took in the sight of the demon’s erect cock. It was almost twice the size of a normal human’s, and the shaft was covered in rounded ridges. The tip, instead of rounded, curved into a point at the perfect angle. Had he conjured this, or was this Spite’s influence?
Lucanis muttered something in Antivan that Rook didn’t catch as he, too, saw what their third partner had to offer.
The demon revelled in the attention, its grin widening as it enjoyed the reaction he got from the two. “Care for a taste?” It teased, its voice low.
Rook licked his lips and nodded.
“Say it.” Spite demanded playfully.
The mage swallowed, his eyes never leaving the demon’s shaft. “I-I… I want to… I want to taste your cock. Please.” His ears burned, and he felt Lucanis’ own erection twitch against his back to indicate he was greatly enjoying the show already.
Spite chuckled, then opened its mouth to let his long, forked tongue slowly glide across its own lips. “Taste me. While I. Taste you.” The demon shifted on the bed, turning to lay in the opposite direction so its head was between Rook’s legs and its cock throbbed in front of his face.
Rook didn’t hesitate. He reached forward and wrapped his fingers around the textured shaft and brought the tip to his lips. He licked away the salty liquid already building up before taking it gingerly into his mouth.
Spite let out a pleased sigh. “Good boy.” It praised, which sent another shiver through the mage. He pressed his thighs together as his arousal grew almost unbearable. He needed to be touched.
Lucanis, no longer content with just watching, leaned in close so he could plant soft kisses against the mage’s neck, all while watching him work Spite’s cock in his mouth hungrily. To help the demon gain access to what they both wanted, he hooked an arm between Rook’s legs and lifted one up. His folds glistened with need, which Spite was eager to sate.
Spite let its long tongue tease the mage’s outer lips, earning needy whimpers that were muffled by the length in his mouth. The tongue flicked over Rook’s clit twice before diving in as deep as it could.
Rook threw his head back with a loud moan, momentarily losing focus on his own task. He squirmed in Lucanis’ arms, which only served to grind his ass against the assassin’s own aching member.
“Mierda…” Lucanis bit Rook’s ear a little harder than he had intended, but that only brought another loud moan from the mage.
Momentarily reminded of the erect demon cock in his hands, he got back to stroking the length and licking every inch he could reach. In the back of his mind he reminded himself that this is technically a dream–the Fade. Which meant that if he willed it… he could take the whole thing into his mouth. He had a new goal now. As he rolled his hips into Spite’s face, he slowly started to take its cock into his mouth little by little.
The demon’s tail flicked wildly behind him before it found a new purpose. It reached over Rook and brushed Lucanis’ cheek, who turned to kiss it without even thinking. The pointed, yet still soft, tip of the spaided tail rubbed against the assassin’s lips. He took it into his mouth and began to suck at it.
Spite let out a low rumble of approval. It retracted its tongue, earning a disappointed whimper from the mage, but he didn’t need to wait long for more stimulation. The demon easily slipped two fingers, the ones with the rounded nails, inside of Rook and twisted them around to get to every inch they could reach.
Lucanis’s hands wandered over Rook’s body. He let one glide through the mage’s hair while the other moved lower until his deft fingers found a nipple. He squeezed and twirled it to get more moans out of his mage.
Rook was glad no one else could hear him. Even with his moans and cries muffled, he was louder than he’d ever been before. He had about half the length down his throat, which would have normally been where it stopped. As his tongue swirled around the shaft in his mouth, he reminded himself that he didn’t really need to breathe here. He could do anything here. And he wanted his demon as deep inside of him as it could possibly be.
Meanwhile, Spite got an idea. He chuckled and opened his mouth to let his tongue brush against Rook’s thighs. The mage shivered, but that wasn’t his destination. He leaned in until he could run his tongue over Lucanis’ neglected arousal.
“Mierda!” Lucanis felt like he’d be saying that a lot during this. Spite’s tail claimed his mouth once again before he could say anything more.
Fingers still pumping into Rook, the demon used its tongue to guide the Crow’s cock forward, wrapping around the shaft and pulling it to meet Rook’s ready entrance. It removed its fingers and retracted its tongue only so it could grab and align Lucanis so he could thrust into their Rook.
The assassin happily obliged. He pushed into the Watcher easily, groaning loudly and in sync with his partner. His thrusts started slow, but quickly became faster as he lost himself in the pleasure.
Spite moaned loudly as Rook was motivated to take even more of the demon into his mouth. He was about two thirds of the way to the base, and the feeling of being so utterly full only egged him on further.
The demon let itself enjoy the sight in front of it for a while, grinning at the lewd sounds as Lucanis fucked Rook in a steady rhythm. Then it opened its mouth again to let its tongue flick over Rook’s engorged nub. It sucked and teased and let its tongue shift between Rook’s clit and the connection between the mage and the assassin.
Rook cried out around the length in his mouth, his body rocking frantically as he rode out his first orgasm. His muscles clenched tight around Lucanis’ cock, which soon got the assassin joining his pleasure and filling the mage deep with his release.
The Watcher used this high to take the rest of Spite’s demon cock into his mouth, and he was rewarded with a shudder and the feeling of being filled by Spite’s release deep into his throat.
Rook expected to be tired after such an intense orgasm, but this was the Fade. As soon as the high faded, he was ready for another round. Judging by the still hard shafts still inside him, so were the other two.
Spite gently pulled out of Rook’s throat with a grunt, and the mage gasped for air despite himself. “Holy shit…”
Lucanis nodded against the back of his neck. “We should have… done this sooner.” The assassin breathed out and planted more kisses into Rook’s skin.
“Not even. Finished yet.” Spite grinned and shifted back around so it could take Rook’s lips again. They tasted each other on their tongues, which only fueled the hot desire in them both.
Lucanis was ready to continue where he left off, but the demon’s slender fingers wound around his cock and guided him out of the mage. Rook whimpered, but that was quickly turned into another moan thanks to Spite’s expert tongue in his mouth.
“We fuck Rook. Together.” The demon purred as it guided Lucanis to Rook’s back entrance.
Rook shivered in anticipation. He tilted his head so he could reach Spite’s neck and return the bite the demon had given him earlier. He was met with an approving moan, and then he wondered something. This was the Fade… which meant… the mage’s eyes flashed golden and he bit down against Spite’s skin again, this time letting his fangs sink deep into its flesh. He was met with a hiss and a burst of rich, savory liquid hitting his tongue. Spite tasted just as good as Lucanis, but here… Rook didn’t need to worry about taking too much. He could indulge as much as he wanted.
And Spite was more than happy to let him.
Lucanis couldn’t hold back any longer, he reached down to stroke his still slick erection and started to press into Rook’s ass. The mage moaned against Spite’s neck, trying to push back to take more inside him quicker. The assassin was perhaps less gentle than he would have been in the waking world, quickly thrusting in fully with a grunt before setting his pace.
It was Spite’s turn to align itself with Rook’s other waiting hole. Its eyes burned with desire, a determination to bring Rook over the edge again and again and be the reason he loses his mind to pleasure. Without any further hesitation it pushed itself into the mage, slowly at first to savor the gasps and groans that vibrated against his skin.
Lucanis matched Spite’s pace, alternating their thrusts so Rook was always filled with one of them. The demon pushed deeper with each movement, and when he finally bottomed out the mage released his bite and cried out. “Maker! Spite! L-Lucanis! Fuck!”
Lucanis could feel Spite through Rook, and the sensation made him dizzy. He couldn’t focus on anything other than the mage’s tight muscles constricting as if to pull him in deeper. He came again sooner than he expected, groaning as he filled Rook up with each thrust.
The mage arched his back pressing his head back against Lucanis’ shoulder with his eyes squeezed shut. Lucanis shifted so he could capture Rook’s lips in a desperate kiss while still staying inside of him.
Spite’s pace increased, pulling out almost entirely from Rook before thrusting hard back in. It could feel Lucanis as well, which only spurred it on further. Reaching a hand out to the assassin, it tilted his chin up to force the kiss to break. Then when Lucanis’ eyes, glazed over from pleasure, met Spite's, the demon drew him into a deep kiss of its own.
Below them, Rook writhed and squirmed as he felt another deep orgasm hit him hard. He cried out louder than ever, which sent the demon over the edge with him. They came together, Spite filling the mage to the brim with his love and his release.
But this was the Fade, which meant they didn’t need to stop there. They continued to feel and taste and tease each other throughout the dream without the need to slow down to recover until finally it was time to wake up.
Their physical bodies slept through the rest of the day and the night, recovering not just from their injuries, but also the impossible amount of stress they’d both been under for a very long time. It was almost long enough for the others to start to worry, but before they could send a wake up call, the two men descended the stairs of the tavern hand in hand. The only proof of their night of passion was the mess between Rook’s legs when they awoke.
Almost everyone prepared to leave for the Lighthouse one final time. The exceptions being Neve, who was already plotting out reconstruction efforts, and Taash.
“I’m going with the Chargers.” They said plainly, pointing their thumb behind them at the clearly hung over group of mercenaries sitting in the corner of the bar. “They could use a dragon expert, and Bull wants to see my fire in action again.” Their tone was the same as usual, casual and blunt, but Rook could tell they had thought hard about this decision.
Rook smiled and raised an eyebrow. “For gold and glory?”
“For gold and glory.” Taash returned the smile, then after a moment’s hesitation they picked the mage up in a tight bear hug. “You better stay in touch, or I’m going to kick down the door of that weird crypt place and find you.”
Rook laughed, though it quickly turned into a cough from the tight hug. He was able to speak as soon as Taash let him down. “Will do.” He replied and cleared his throat.
“Don’t be a stranger here, either.” Neve put her hand on Rook’s shoulder. “I’ll be hurt if I don’t receive my wedding invitation.”
“Wedding?” Taash looked between Rook and Lucanis with a raised eyebrow.
Right, they hadn’t announced it to the whole group yet. A blush threatened to take over Rook’s face as he held up his hand to show them the ring. “Lucanis and I… are engaged.”
Bellara practically squealed and threw her arms around Rook in a hug almost as tight as Taash’s. “Oh, I knew it! I knew it! Are you going to have it in Treviso? Or maybe the Lighthouse? Oh, I know some great spots in Arlathan!”
“How wonderful.” Emmrich clasped his hands together. “I would also offer up the Grand Necropolis as a potential venue. The Hall of the Beloved would make a wonderful backdrop to such a commitment.”
Lucanis bit his tongue to keep from saying “No, we are not getting married in a tomb” out loud. He snaked an arm around Rook’s waist to protect him away from any more crushing hugs. “We’ll work out the details later, but yes of course everyone is invited.” He promised, though his thoughts drifted to Caterina and what her reaction would be. She seemed happy for him before, but with this sudden engagement he wasn’t sure what her reaction would be.
“Fuck yeah, Crow party!” Taash pumped their fist in the air.
Back in the Lighthouse, the remaining members of the Veilguard stood before the Eluvian to say their farewells.
“I think I’m going to stay in Arlathan for a while…” Davrin said as he smiled down at Assan and scratched behind the griffon’s ear. “You know, to make sure the griffons acclimate to their new home. Then it’s off to the South to help drive back the remaining blight.”
The blight. Solas had promised to soothe its anger, and already there seemed to be signs of it. All the living blight that Ghilan’nain had experimented on seemed to petrify overnight. That left the plain old regular blight to still contend with, which was still going to be a lot of work for the Wardens, but at least there was no longer the threat of any more Archdemons.
“The Veil is still stabilizing after Solas tied it to himself, so there’s still plenty to do around Arlathan to keep the Veil Jumpers busy.” Bellara said, looking between everyone. “We still have the Eluvians, though! That means we can use the Crossroads and see each other whenever we want!”
“Indeed.” Emmrich smiled. “I certainly intend to keep my study here in the Lighthouse so I can keep doing research on the Fade from the inside. Now that there’s no longer a looming threat over the world, I can relax and take it at my own pace.”
“Visit friends!” Manfred clapped his hands excitedly.
Emmrich laughed, “That as well.”
Bellara and Davrin went through the Eluvian first, leaving just Emmrich, Rook, and Lucanis lingering behind.
Rook hesitated, staring into the swirling surface of the mirror in front of him as he lost himself in his thoughts.
“Lysandre?” Lucanis prompted, giving the mage’s hand a light squeeze. He left his unspoken questions to hang in the air.
Rook smiled and looked between Emmrich and Lucanis, having come to a decision. “Bellara’s right, we still have the Eluvians. That means I can easily commute between Antiva and Nevarra.” He looked to Lucanis then. “While you’re out on contracts, I can work on my studies in the Necropolis. Then we’ll meet back home in Treviso for coffee.”
Hearing Rook refer to Treviso as “home” spread a warm feeling throughout Lucanis’ chest. He reached up and gently cupped Rook’s face in his hand. “That sounds perfect, cariño.” The assassin pulled him into a gentle, loving kiss.
As they pulled away Spite took over to whisper, “My little songbird…”