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Half the work of being First Talon was conflict management between the other Houses, Lucanis knew as much from watching Caterina do it. He counted himself lucky that he had an unprecedented four Houses in agreement at his back. Such alliances usually only existed during Blights, or when other similar outside threats prowled at Antiva’s borders.
He acknowledged that he had been incredibly lucky up until this point, but some days he missed the simplicity of hunting darkspawn or dealing with shambling possessed skeletons. Or one of the other million things Ren was dragged into because he had a bleeding heart under his witty exterior.
Wading through dirt and gore in one of the far flung corners of Thedas would be preferable to another damned party for the nobility, Antivan or foreign. He didn’t even remember the excuse they’d given for throwing this one.
He’d started to feel more and more like a circus animal with every gathering, a show animal trotted out for the entertainment of the masses.
Lucanis turned from another mind numbing conversation of veiled intentions and caught sight of Ren again for the first time in what felt like hours. The Ghilain siblings had been given similar marching orders to Lucanis. Make themselves seen and flashy so that the others could do their work in the shadows.
The pair of them made for a very good distraction between their wit, looks and Ren’s fame and Lucanis sometimes wished he could lose himself in their long shadows like the others.
He took a moment to take them in and bolster his spirits by how at ease Ren looked and how beautiful. He and Atty were not much alike in their facial features, aside from being androgynously beautiful like most elves, and their hair colours were a shimmering, magical white and a dark bloody red respectively. Distinctly different.
Tonight Atty wore a stunning dress in the same snow and magic colour as Ren’s hair, and his outfit likewise was a match for her scarlet tresses. They’d stood side by side the whole night to let others see exactly why they’d chosen the colours they had, and it was a bewitching contrast that drew many appreciative looks. They also shared that Dalish comfort with bare skin and their outfits showed as much skin as any Rivaini pirate.
The dress Atty had chosen had only a handful of solid white coloured sections, criss crossed across her torso and from her hips to her knees, while the rest of it was a sheer shimmering white and silver. The sheer fabric covered what the solid white didn’t from her neck to her bellybutton, then from her knees to the train that swept across the floor behind her.
The gossamer bell sleeves of the piece clung to her skin until they reached her elbows, where they cascaded down to hang almost to the floor. She’d traded in her customary gold jewellery for silver, and Lucanis had seen the subtle silver crowned serpents embroidered into the fabric when they’d passed each other earlier. It charmed him on Viago’s behalf, that she was comfortable in the de Riva crest again.
Ren’s outfit, in its jewelled red tones, was another piece that might have been modest if half of it weren’t see through. His shirt collar was buttoned high on his neck but the fabric was cropped just about halfway down his torso, leaving his toned stomach bare. The gold embroidery was once again the enveloping wings-with-bones motif that inspired warm, soft feelings in Lucanis. It had become one of their shared trademarks.
The hanging sleeves, if Lucanis was remembering the style name correctly, were a translucent red silk that reached down to his knees and fluttered around him as he told some story with animated hand gestures. They matched the sash wound tight around his hips that trailed down to nearly brush the ground, pinned at his hip with a brooch that depicted a crowned serpent eating its own tail. Something of Lucanis and something of Viago, if one knew what to look for.
He’d forgone pants in favour of shorts and Dalish leather leg coverings that were buckled from his ankle to halfway up his thighs that offered tantalizing glimpses of the skin beneath. He’d also traded his usual silver accessories for the gold his sister preferred, and it made his one golden eye shine.
Lucanis was distracted from admiration of his husband and sister in law by the approach of yet another noble, a matriarch with her daughter or granddaughter on her arm.
Atty snorted into her glass of wine, which she was honestly only pretending to drink, when Ren made a disgusted noise under his breath at her side. He was taking a break from charming the crowd and they could both see Lucanis once again trapped in conversation with a noble who had a girl on their arm.
They’d watched it happen again and again, nobles with children or grandchildren they all but tripped into the arms of the First and Fifth Talons. Ren had laughed the first few they’d seen off, but even his patience had its limit. Atty suspected that it was the disrespectfully overt manner that was truly bothering her brother.
He, Lucanis and Viago wore their marriage bracelets blatantly, with no shame, after all.
“This would all stop if you’d just get married the way they do,” she muttered behind another fake sip of her drink. Ren made another rude noise.
“If my heretical ass ever stepped foot in a Chantry I’m fairly certain I’d burst into flames,” Ren joked, though his tone was still a tiny bit disgruntled.
“I thought the Inquisitor was Andraste reborn, not you,” she couldn’t help but tease, and felt smug when it made him laugh.
“Besides, aren’t you friends with the Black Divine?” she asked as she stepped around so that Ren could watch Lucanis and his would be suitress more discreetly over her shoulder.
“We’re still pretending I don’t know that,” Ren said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He’d been moved to Treviso full time since that fiasco with the Venatori, but he still visited his friends in Minrathous whenever he could. His face became a little more serious when he looked at her again.
“I won’t choose between them for that,”
Atty grimaced and nodded. At least for the Dalish they were all bound to each other equally, with no need for anyone to feel like a dirty secret. She glanced over her shoulder and wondered if Ren felt like one anyway with how damned bold the matchmakers were getting.
“You should reintroduce yourself with your new last name,” she said as they both watched Teia rescue Lucanis and chase the scheming grandmother off. That made Ren laugh again, a truer one.
Everyone knew who he was and he hadn’t had to introduce himself once tonight. Atty could concede defeat in the ongoing argument of which last name Ren should be using if it got that kicked dog look off his face. The argument was mostly because all four of them liked to argue at this point anyway.
Ren smiled so Atty turned around to greet Lucanis and Teia as they approached, looking splendid in their fancy clothes.
“Ready to let me plan your wedding yet, Rook?” Teia asked, like she’d been listening to their conversation. Atty had spied her near enough to watch Ren’s growing discontent as the night wore on, so wasn’t at all surprised by her words. Lucanis looked between them, startled, and Atty had to hide a smile behind her hand. Ren must not have shared that particular argument he'd had with Teia already.
“Sorry Teia, still not pregnant,” Ren said with a condescending pout and a hand on his flat stomach. Lucanis made a strangled noise and Teia pouted at the siblings as they both burst into laughter.
“You’re the worst,” Teia groaned while Lucanis hid his face in his hand to get control of his blush.
“Vi was looking for you, brat,” Teia told Ren when they’d stopped laughing, so he left them with a smile and a lingering touch to Lucanis’ shoulder.
“Promise you’ll be the first to know when it happens,” Ren called over his shoulder, just to make all three of them groan in embarrassment.
Lucanis lingered a few more minutes with Teia and Atty, to enjoy their company and catch up on some gossip, before he left the party in search of Ren and Viago. He caught up to his new assistant by the door, who said they’d left together about ten minutes ago with a note for him to follow when he’d finished socializing.
Lucanis happily left the wrap up of the gathering in his assistant's capable hands and set off with a lighter heart toward the section of the vast Dellamorte estate the three of them had started to call home. Lucanis couldn’t recall what it had been built for but it had a courtyard lush with all kinds of plants that eased Ren’s uneasiness with the city and it wasn’t near what was the known family estate, which eased some of Viago’s distaste for being easy to find.
Lucanis didn’t care where he lived, they could end up in a hut in Hossberg for all he cared, as long as he got to come home to those he loved.
He pushed the, suspiciously unlocked, door to their abode open and his eyebrows nearly met his hairline when he saw the sash Ren had been wearing around his hips abandoned on the floor. He rolled his eyes with a fond smile and scooped the delicate fabric up off the floor to follow the trail of discarded clothing to their bedroom.
He opened the door of their room and was unsurprised to find Ren and Viago waiting for him on the bed. Viago had stripped down to his shirt and pants, but Lucanis had stepped past all of Ren’s clothes on his way down the hall. Lucanis hadn’t been expecting Ren to already be collared, his hands cuffed together behind his back and two of Viago’s oiled fingers stretching him open.
The pair on the bed broke off their slow kiss to look over, and Lucanis felt himself flush hot under their heated looks. He shut the door behind himself and started to shed his own layers carelessly to the floor as he approached the bed.
He sat on the edge of the bed and fumbled to get his boots off while Ren nudged his face under Viago’s chin to press kisses to his throat. Viago’s eyes never moved from Lucanis despite the elf squirming appealingly in his lap. This close Lucanis could see that Ren’s ankles had been clipped to the restraints on his thighs, making it even harder for him to move.
“Lucanis,” Viago beckoned with an outstretched hand and pulled Lucanis into a fierce kiss when Lucanis moved obligingly into reach.
“Viago,” Ren whined when their kiss dragged on, the scrape of facial hair and the wet drag of tongues distracting them both. Viago ignored him to kiss Lucanis one more time, his tongue and the hand he had on Lucanis’ chin kept the other Crow from turning his attention away. They only parted to breathe and Lucanis stayed obediently in place because Viago hadn’t released his chin.
“Hush, tesoro. You have no say tonight,” Viago scolded lightly as he ran the hand that had been at the small of Ren’s back up to yank at the cuffs around his wrists. Ren sighed as he settled back to sit on Viago’s thigh before he looked at Lucanis with a soft expression.
“Si, it’s all you tonight, mir’vhenan,” Ren said, a smile growing on his face when Lucanis looked between the two of them.
“A gift for you, and a punishment for him,” Viago agreed with a tug to the charm attached to Ren’s collar that marked him as theirs. Ren’s smirk was completely unrepentant.
“Oh? What is?” Lucanis asked as he reached out to run his thumb along Ren’s already swollen lower lip. He dodged with the ease of much practice Ren’s playful bite at his hand. Viago’s fingers tightening on his chin brought his attention back to look into dark, serious eyes.
“Ignore every demand of his tonight, precioso, and just do what you feel like doing,” Viago said with a knowing look that made Lucanis swallow hard. Lucanis took a moment to absorb that order as Viago drew a length of silk from under one of their pillows and tied it snug over Ren’s eyes.
“Besides, vhenan, you may have forgotten your own birthday but we didn’t,” Ren agreed once the blindfold was on and Viago’s hands returned to his waist and Lucanis’ neck.
Lucanis was momentarily sidetracked by Viago’s thumb running soothingly up and down his throat and the reminder that, yes he was a year older. Actually, the party they’d just been at was for his birthday, wasn’t it. He'd clean forgotten because of how busy he was as First Talon.
“You’re so good to us, let us be good to you,” Ren said, though he was already starting to twitch and fidget with pent up energy.
Lucanis looked back at Viago, who only gave him an encouraging look.
It was true that Ren was the most… impatient of the three of them, with his constant litany of harder, faster, more. He knew what he liked and chased it relentlessly.
Lucanis was more than glad to oblige, to cave to every whispered word, but this might be an interesting change of pace.
So Lucanis nodded and turned back to kiss Viago again, because he hadn’t wanted to stop yet.
The wet slide of tongues and the smack of their lips parting and meeting again was enough to make Ren groan. Being deprived of the chance to watch them kiss was unexpectedly cruel.
Lucanis made an effort to tune out Ren’s small huffing and whining complaints as he sank into Viago’s slow, thorough domination of his mouth. He tugged pointedly at Viago’s shirt and leaned back just far enough to unbutton his own and toss it to the floor while Viago did the same.
He pulled himself fully onto the bed at Viago’s side and slid one hand up Ren’s chest agonizingly slowly. He frowned for a moment when his hand rested on Ren’s collarbone, considering. He ran his hand up and over Ren’s shoulder, testing for soreness in the shoulder he’d seen Ren injure more than once and nodded when Ren twitched at the touch.
He leaned forward and unclipped Ren’s hands from each other at the small of his back, brought them together in front of him and clipped them together there instead.
Ren’s face went from confused to disbelieving to delighted as he did it.
“Are you still looking after me? Lucanis!” he giggled, a gleeful grin on his face as he slumped happily into the hands now resting on Viago’s hip.
“You said whatever I want,” Lucanis said, completely unrepentant, before he drew Ren’s laughing mouth to his for a sweet kiss.
“And I plan to keep you like this for a long time tonight,” Lucanis whispered when their mouths parted, just to hear Ren’s excited little gasp.
“Fuck, you’re going to be a monster about this aren’t you,” Ren said with a delighted shiver. Lucanis hummed a noncommittal reply as he stroked his hand languidly down Ren’s arm and then leaned forward for another kiss.
Ren threw himself into the press of their lips with his usual energy and it took a few long moments for him to ease into the sweet, hedonistic kisses Lucanis wanted. The lost minutes savouring each other's taste, tongues doing a very familiar dance while Ren ground his ass down into Viago's lap.
Lucanis slid his hand down Viago's bare chest to toy with the waistband of his pants while he sucked idly on the tongue teasing his, just to enjoy the way his lovers twitched into one another.
Lucanis pulled away to maneuver Ren over onto his back, easing him down onto the blanket with gentle hands so that his head was next to Viago’s hip.
“Viago, hold him,” Lucanis directed softly as he pulled Ren’s bound hands up and over his head so that Viago could pin them against the pillows with one hand. With his arms up and his ankles still fastened to his thighs Ren could hardly move except to arch his back, which was exactly what Lucanis wanted.
Lucanis settled himself down against his bound husband with a pleased hum and started with a kiss to his chin before he moved down to pepper kisses along his collared throat. He enjoyed sucking bruises above and below the leather, with a pause to press a kiss to the charm that was clipped to it.
From there he let himself taste the skin along the jut of Ren’s collarbone with a long languid lick, and spent a long, unhurried moment sucking a mark over Ren’s racing heart, just to feel it against his mouth.
He avoided Ren’s more sensitive spots except to brush the lightest of kisses to them, one to each perky nipple and the ticklish spot along his ribs, as he moved glacially slowly down the elf’s torso.
He nipped a little harder just beneath Ren’s bellybutton to make him squeal and arch his back as far as he could into Lucanis’ mouth. Lucanis left the blossoming bruise alone and skipped Ren’s already weeping cock to press a kiss to his ankle, which twitched under his mouth.
Lucanis sat back up and took a second to admire the bruises he’d left on Ren’s heaving chest, and let himself hear the mindless begging already pouring out of Ren’s unoccupied mouth.
“Lucanis, gods, please, I feel so empty, please,”
Lucanis groaned and motioned for Viago to help him turn Ren onto all fours so that he could kiss and lick his way down the knobs of the elf’s spine. He bit gently at the jut of sharp shoulder blades and licked along the branching lightning scars on his side to taste the sweat already building on Ren's skin. He sank his teeth into the curve of one hip a little harder to give Ren his thrill of pain and pleasure before he worked his way up again.
Once he’d kissed back up to Ren's nape he pulled away to lean up again to drag Viago in for another kiss while Ren whimpered between them.
Viago had taken the time while he was distracted to discard his pants and palm his aching hot cock slowly while he watched Lucanis torture Ren with his mouth and devastatingly slow pace.
Lucanis set one hand between Ren's shoulder blades and the other on Viago's cock. Lucanis ran his thumb slow and hard across the head and enjoyed the way it made Viago's head thunk against the headboard. He leaned his weight onto Ren to lean over and exchange another slow, devouring kiss with the Fifth Talon.
“I want you to fuck him full of cum so I can eat it out of him,” Lucanis mumbled between kisses and smiled when it made Viago groan.
Lucanis laid himself down at Ren's side and took over holding Ren's hands still while Viago settled himself on his knees behind their bound elf.
Viago wound long white hair around his hand with practised motion as he lined his cock up with Ren's oiled hole and used his grip to drag Ren back until hips met ass with one fluid thrust.
Ren let out a long, satisfied groan and all but melted into the bed as Viago began to move. One hand in Ren's hair to drag him back and one on his hip to pull him off so he could thrust back in harder.
“Fill him up, don’t worry about letting him enjoy it,” Lucanis said as he ran his fingertips down the bruises he’d left along Ren’s spine and watched Viago fuck him hard enough that Ren’s ass was going red already. He released Ren's hands to sit up and watch Viago's cock as it pressed into Ren's trembling body.
“Gods, yes, fuck me just like that, yes,” Ren gasped, forehead on his hands as Viago fucked him with abandon. Like Ren was just a hole to use for his own pleasure and nothing else.
Lucanis pressed a hand between Ren’s shoulder blades and rested his chin on Viago’s shoulder to whisper in his ear while his free hand smoothed down Viago’s back.
“Look at him, so desperate, so needy, like he’d take any cock like this. Beg for anyone to fuck him full,” Lucanis whispered with a sly little smile, because he knew it would drive Viago mad.
Viago growled as he hooked his fingers into Ren’s collar to pull him back onto his cock, which made Ren’s moans turn breathy.
“Give him what he’s begging for, Viago, so that he knows who he belongs to,” Lucanis goaded as he stroked down Ren's back and used his fingers to spread his cheeks. He framed Viago's cock with his fingers and teased at the edge of Ren's filled hole with his thumb to enjoy the way Ren squealed and bucked against his touch.
Viago didn’t last much longer, chasing his own pleasure with Lucanis whispering in his ear, and soon enough buried his cock as deep inside Ren as he could as he came.
Ren let out desperate little noises and half formed begging words as Viago pulled out to collapse onto the bed beside him because he couldn’t move to get any kind of touch where he was dying for it.
“Beautiful, perfect, intoxicating,” Lucanis whispered reverently as he kissed Ren’s red asscheeks and then buried his face between them to taste where Viago had just been fucking into him.
Ren choked on a shout at the feeling of Lucanis’ tongue pressing in to lap at the still hot cum settling into his insides. It felt so different, still hot but more flexible as it flattened and twisted against the trembling muscles that clenched down sporadically out of Ren’s control.
“Luca-fuck-Lucanis, I’m gonna cum, please let me, please,” Ren begged, breathless as he yanked hard against the restraints holding him still.
Lucanis flicked his tongue once, twice, before he pulled his tongue out to press kisses to Ren’s hips and bring him crashing back from the edge.
“No, no, no, don’t do this to me,” Ren begged, voice cracking when Lucanis pressed his tongue inside again.
Lucanis kept up his slow torture just long enough to push Ren back to the brink before he pulled back again, far enough this time to show Viago the cum on his tongue before he swallowed it.
Ren sobbed into his hands as he slipped back from the peak again and Viago swore.
“And they say I’m the mean one,” Viago said with strained calm as Lucanis pulled Ren up into his arms.
Lucanis smirked as he pressed a kiss to Ren’s temple and pushed his aching cock into Ren’s ass. He slid in deep and groaned deep in his chest at the blessed, familiar connection. He'd never tire of feeling so close to his beautiful, beloved husbands. He leaned back to brace one hand on the bed and enjoyed the vulgar splay of Ren's bound legs over his thighs and the sight of Ren's hole clenching around his cock.
"Beg me to let Viago touch you again, mi vida," he commanded as he used his grip on Ren's hip to pull him up and let gravity drop him back down. The harsh smack of hips against ass was obscene.
"Please, Lucanis! Anything, I'll do anything, let me cum, please!" Ren babbled as he swayed, drunk on pleasure, in Lucanis' lap.
Lucanis relented after a moment and nodded at Viago, who wasted no time in wrapping long fingers around Ren's cock. They were both so close that it took only a few hard thrusts for Lucanis to fill Ren’s ass again, like he hadn’t just cleaned him out on his tongue.
Ren’s orgasm washed over him in waves that he barely twitched through, insensate with overstimulation.
Lucanis pulled Ren back to slump against his chest with an arm around his stomach, still stuffed with his softening cock, as he gently unhooked the mages' restraints.
Ren stayed limp as Lucanis and Viago stretched his limbs out from the positions they’d been bound into. The only part of him that moved was his chest as he panted for breath, his arms slack in their hold like a puppet with cut strings.
Lucanis slipped the blindfold from his face and laughed softly when Ren just wrinkled his nose and didn't open his eyes. The blindfold had absorbed some of the tears that had escaped his eyes and Lucanis pressed a kiss to a salt stained cheek with sweet affection.
“Talk to me, mi vida,” Lucanis said and kissed Ren’s sweaty temple again. Ren groaned and grumbled something under his breath, one hand landing on Lucanis’ arms around his waist and the other reaching out blindly for Viago.
“Say again?” Viago asked as he grabbed Ren’s hand and pressed a kiss to his trembling fingers.
“...Lucanis isn’t allowed to be in charge for another year,” Ren grumbled louder even as he turned and pressed his nose into Lucanis’ jaw in an almost aggressive nuzzling motion.
Lucanis snorted a laugh before he eased Ren’s slack form down into Viago’s arms. Lucanis enjoyed pampering them after sex, and tonight was no different. Only once he’d fed his loves a few sips of water, wiped them all down and pulled the soiled top blanket off the bed to dump on the floor did Lucanis rejoin them between the sheets.
Lucanis laid himself on the shoulder Ren wasn’t cuddled into, the pair of them sharing breath over Viago’s slow, steady heartbeat, as they all fell into a deep sleep.