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Venatori came from every direction, pouring out doorways and spilling onto the rooftops. And with them, blighted darkspawn of every shape and size.
Rook continued to rain lightning upon their enemies while Davrin hacked away and Lucanis made swift work with his daggers. The Mage couldn't help but feel his chest swell with pride at his lover's deadly dance. He had never seen someone so efficient, and he was forever grateful that he got to call the Crow his. They were making steady progress on the battlefield, and there were very few left now to stand against them.
But his momentary lapse in concentration allowed one of the Venatori soldiers to sneak up behind him from the shadows, a strong arm slipping around his waist as a dagger went to his throat.
“Stop! Or I will split him from nose to navel,” the man threatened as Rook held his hands up in surrender.
Lucanis’ head immediately snapped up, his brown eyes bleeding to solid purple as his knuckles clutching his weapon went white.
“Rook,” growled Spite as their eyes flashed between purple and brown, but they didn't dare move as the Venatori pressed the blade against the Mage’s flesh.
Rook simply shot them a wink, as carefree as if they were sitting in the Lighthouse drinking coffee together. It was then that the demon saw it, a flash of blue hidden in the sleeve of the Mage’s coat.
It was a swift motion, a simple flick of Rook’s wrist and the lyrium dagger was buried in the Venatori’s stomach. A single trickle of blood ran down the Mage’s neck, a small nick left behind when his enemy fell.
And it was that small stain of red against grey flesh that made Spite lose all control.
*****
Rook wasn't sure how they made it back to the Eluvian. Spite was fully in charge with Lucanis nowhere to be found. Not that the demon was really doing anything other than firmly holding onto the Mage's hand and practically dragging him across the rooftops of Treviso.
Once their enemies had been slain, Davrin made the observation that Lucanis had lost control of his Inner Demon. And the Grey Warden had foolishly tried to step in.
Rook had firmly reassured the Elf that Spite was in control but that didn't pose a threat. And if Davrin didn't put his sword down he was going to have bigger problems than Venatori to deal with.
Spite flexed his wings as he strolled through the Cantori Diamond with purposeful steps. His eyes were focused ahead, never once acknowledging the Crows who stood around them staring with shocked expressions. Rook just shrugged sheepishly before finding himself being toted through the Eluvian and back to the Lighthouse.
Once they were safely back home Spite finally spun around to acknowledge the Qunari behind him, though he refused to release his grip on Rook's hand. “Bedroom, now!” the demon commanded.
“Spite, just talk to me,” he softly pleaded but allowed himself to be led up to his room despite the demon's silence.
Rook chanced a look around, noticing that everyone was standing in the common area watching them with wide eyes and curious giggles. He could see Davrin whispering quickly, obviously filling everyone in on what had happened in Treviso.
They finally reached Rook's room, the door shutting behind them was almost deafening after the silence of the last few minutes.
“Darling , pl-” He didn't get to finish his words before Spite turned and his lips found Rook's. He was all passion and need and pent up fear as his hands snaked up to find a hold in the Qunari's hair. A slight tug gave Rook a stinging pain that was all pleasure, and also allowed the demon better access to explore his mouth.
After several minutes Spite finally released him, his eyes looking down to the small wound that still blemished the Mage's neck. Rook couldn't be sure, but he almost detected shame in the sad look on his lover's face.
“Rook hurt. Couldn't protect Rook. Have to save. Mine.”
Rook sighed. Spite couldn't blame himself for what happened. Besides, he wasn't even really hurt.
“Spite, I'm alright. Nothing bad happened. You do an amazing job protecting me.”
"But almost. Can't lose Rook. My Rook. MINE." Spite was visibly shaking and Rook swept him into his arms and traced comforting circles along his back. Even though nothing bad had happened this time, Spite still feared for what might have come to pass.
Rook then grinned as a thought came to him. A way to get the demon's mind off of blaming himself and bring back his fun-loving partner. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the shell of Spite's ear as he purred, “You're always such a good boy for me.”
The demon swallowed hard, and Rook could smell the arousal rolling off of him in waves. It was always like this when it was just the two of them playing. With Lucanis it was always sweet and romantic, candles and cuddles and kisses that never ended. But Spite, well the demon needed something a little darker to satisfy his needs.
Maker, how Rook loved being with both of them.
“Rook,” Spite teased out his name impatiently as he rocked back and forth on his heels. It was one of Rook's favorite games, to see how long he could torment Spite before the demon finally broke down and begged. So far the record was five minutes.
“Anything for you, darling,” he promised as purple wings wrapped around him in a warm embrace.
*****
Rook awoke later that evening, his lover's head on his bare chest and eyes closed in a rare moment of sleep. He smiled down at the exhausted rogue snuggled next to him, risking a single kiss to the top of his head before settling back into his pillow.
“You're finally awake,” chuckled Lucanis as he raised up to gaze into Rook's eyes. For once he looked well refreshed, and despite him trying to hide it, the Qunari knew his rogue had gotten a few hours of real rest.
“Glad to see you again, amatus,” he replied as he reached up to gently run his thumb against Lucanis’ jaw. “You were away for quite awhile this time.”
The Crow turned his face to kiss Rook's hand before replying, “Spite was worried. Upset really. I knew you were alright. You can take care of yourself, but Spite wouldn't stop. So I let you two have some alone time together. He- needed it.”
Rook simply nodded, glad that it had been a mutual decision between Lucanis and Spite and not just the demon taking control. He knew of some of the horrors they had both endured inside the Ossuary, the emotional scars leaving a lasting impression that was difficult to heal. But Rook was determined to be there for them, for whatever they needed.
“Well, thank you. And I'm sure Spite appreciates it as well. Though now I'm wondering if my favorite rogue needs some personal attention?” he bit his bottom lip in desire as he shot Lucanis a suggestive wink. The Crow just laughed, pulling away from Rook and sitting up on the bed.
“I promised to make dinner for everyone tonight and it's getting late. Maybe later though,” he suggested as Rook gave him a defeated pout.
“But I want my dessert before dinner. Besides, you can spare a few minutes for a helpless Mage entranced by a dashing Rogue.”
Rook looked so hopeful, and it did strange things in the pit of Lucanis’ stomach when he looked at the Crow like that.
“You are impossible, Rook,” he finally sighed as he threw his hands up and settled back in bed. “But you only get twenty minutes. Then I have to go.”
“Oh, I can definitely get the job done in that time,” Rook promised with a growl as he captured both of Lucanis’ hands and pinned them above his head.
“I never doubt you,” replied the rogue as Rook’s lips crashed into his, the two falling into the easy rhythm of enjoying the love they made.