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littlemourningstarr · 2 days ago

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Do You Mourn the Passing of the Hours?

Former Professor Emmrich Volkarin had spent years settled into a quiet life running a small, quint flower shop in Nevarra. He expected that any excitement was far behind him. Enter, Lucanis Dellamorte. Professional assassin. Antivan Crow. A possessed man. A possible bad decision to take in Lucanis after an assassination goes slightly off kilter, and suddenly Emmrich finds his life is full of far more excitement than he'd ever had. But maybe, for the man who had begun to experience the world through a cloudy window of fascination but never truly partaking, the excitement would remind him what it was like to truly be alive again.

Chapter Nine!

Pairing: Emmrich Volkarin x Lucanis Dellamorte, Emmrich Volkarin x Spite, Emmrich Volkarin x Lucanis Dellamorte x Spite

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Tags: tags to be added as we go, modern AU, flower shop AU, demonology AU, former professor Emmrich, still assassin Lucanis, physical hurt/comfort, scent kink, Spite is a little freak, mentioned/discussed past Viago/Lucanis, background Teia/Viago, pinning, slow burn, hand kink, masturbation, background Bellara/Irelin, biting, hand jobs, blow jobs, anal sex, anal fingering, surprise piercing, canon style violence, virgin Lucanis

Emmrich woke to a sweet warmth, tucked against him, as his phone chirped his alarm at him. He lifted an arm, reaching behind him, managing to find the offending technology and snooze his alarm.

Against him, Lucanis stirred, gave a little groan and stretched his legs, pushing his face further against Emmrich's neck. He mumbled something entirely inaudible, and Emmrich had to laugh lightly.

"Come again?"

Lucanis pulled back, looked up at him with sleep heavy eyes. "I'm throwing your phone out the window."

Emmrich laughed again, smoothed back some of Lucanis's hair. He leaned down, kissed Lucanis gently- his heart thudding painfully at how pliant and warm Lucanis's mouth was. He was heavenly, rising from the depths of sleep.

He kissed him again, unable to restrain himself, and Lucanis pushed against his mouth, opened his lips and begged for a deeper kiss. Emmrich cradled his cheek, found he couldn't deny him, tendrils of warm static beginning to spread throughout his body at the feeling of Lucanis's tongue, at the warm plush of his cheeks, the points of his teeth.

Emmrich had such an urge to devour him.

Lucanis made a pleased noise, around Emmrich's tongue, his hands finding his chest, twisting his pajama shirt in his hands. For a moment Emmrich thought a button might give, and he'd feel Lucanis's fiery skin against his own bare flesh.

Emmrich's phone chimed again, and he pulled back, forcing himself to collect himself as he untangled from Lucanis. He sat up- a painful process with Lucanis splayed in his bed, looking up at him, and brushed a hand back through his hair, pushing it from his forehead.

Lucanis smiled at him, over the motion. "You look good less put together."

Emmrich cleared his throat, felt an aching need rising in his groin. The only thing he could do was reach down to give Lucanis's hair one final touch with his fingertips, before he forced himself to rise and leave the bedroom.

Emmrich would admit to no one that his shower felt like ice, but he feared if he was given even a moment of comfort, he'd fall into the memory of Lucanis's mouth and the desires it made roll in his belly. So he took discomfort in order to remain tact.

When he returned to his room, hair wet and slicked back, dressed again in his pajamas, Lucanis was no longer in bed. He took the chance to close the bedroom door and change into his clothes for the day.

Once he'd settled his jewelry into place, he headed back to the bathroom, drying his hair and ensuring it was held back and proper. As he did, the scent of coffee wafted up through the house. It made him smile, felt comforting.

He heard Lucanis on the stairs, as he was finishing up, his shockingly light footsteps as he proceeded down the hallway. Emmrich took a moment to ensure his hair was going to stay in place, then left the bathroom, heading down the hallway.

He found his study door open, Lucanis perched on the edge of his desk, nursing a cup of coffee. Another sat next to him. "Don't worry," Lucanis said, "there's plenty of sugar in it."

Emmrich chuckled, walking into the room and ignoring the cup, reaching up to grip Lucanis's chin firmly in one hand. "I appreciate the sentiment, but you're sweet enough for me."

Color bloomed along Lucanis's cheeks, the bridge of his nose- oh, he was adorable. Emmrich leaned in, pecked his lips gently, before he stepped back and picked up the coffee, taking a tentative sip. It was indeed sweetened enough for him, thickened with cream as well.

Lucanis was watching him, dark eyes taking in every movement, every breath, like he was memorizing Emmrich. He felt like he was burning, under that stare. The fact that he'd had the man beneath him, hands pinned to the pillows, the night prior- it didn't matter that it hadn't ended with clothes abandoned and Emmrich's name as a gasp on Lucanis's tongue, it was still thrilling. It felt like it shouldn't have been, like it was too good.

"Should I bring home a bottle of wine tonight?" Emmrich asked, as Lucanis finished his coffee before he'd even downed half his cup. "I feel like I should still be trying to win you over, after all."

Lucanis choked, reached up to press the back of his hand to his mouth. Emmrich set his cup down then, slotted himself into the space between Lucanis's legs, guided his hand away. When he did Lucanis moved first, closed the gap between them for a proper kiss, the kind that seemed to pick up exactly where they had left off in bed.

Lucanis got his arms around Emmrich, clutched at the back of his sweater, kissed him desperately, as if Emmrich might disappear. It was dizzying, the room beginning to tilt as Emmrich felt his thoughts muddying, his mind starved of blood as it pooled in his groin, his cock giving a heavy throb with need.

He should pull back- but he didn't. The thought felt like blasphemy, and instead Emmrich pushed Lucanis down, so that he sprawled on his back on the desk. Emmrich's notebook and pen clattered to the floor as he leaned over Lucanis, blotted out the light of the room.

Lucanis hooked one leg behind Emmrich's thighs, forcing him to stay close, and Emmrich wanted him. He wanted him in such a way he hadn't wanted anyone, in so many years. He wanted to taste every inch of this man, to watch him fall apart with just his fingertips, and then his tongue, and then-

Emmrich pressed down to his mouth, forced the kiss to be slow but deep, had Lucanis squirming beneath him. He could feel the air buzzing about them, knew Spite was right beneath the surface, not taking over Lucanis but sharing in the sensations.

Gods, he'd kissed the spirit last night, too. But Spite felt like a part of Lucanis now, something that Emmrich had to love as well-

The word had him straightening up, breaking the kiss. Lucanis stared up at him, kiss reddened lips and a heady darkness clinging to his eyes.

Emmrich swallowed the lump in his throat, stepping back when Lucanis unhooked his leg from behind his thighs. "I have to open the shop," he managed, although it felt like a pathetic excuse.

Lucanis sat up slowly, hands splayed on the desk, and only nodded.

"But I'm coming back. Later." Obviously he was. Emmrich wasn't sure what he was saying, or why. He reached up, pinched the bridge of his nose. "I sound like a complete fool."

Lucanis laughed- the sound was rich, made Emmrich feel warm in every bend of his joints and hollows of his bones. "Trust me, I wouldn't sound any better." Emmrich let his hand fall down and Lucanis glanced around the study- he truly hadn't been in here much, since he'd begun staying with Emmrich. Most nights Emmrich gathered whatever he might be researching- which was less and less and each time- and would join him on the couch for the evening.

Lucanis slid off the desk and walked around it, ignored Emmrich's closed laptop, and nodded to a drawer that was slightly ajar. "Oh, that drawer always sticks… wait." Emmrich hurried around the desk, reaching down to jerk it open, remembering why he had opened it in the first place, so many nights ago, before Lucanis had even settled into his home.

Tucked inside were two knives- the wicked blade Lucanis had killed a man with the first day the met, the other thinner, shorter, but rather intricate. The knife that had stabbed him. Emmrich had cleaned them and tucked them away to return, and then had simply forgotten.

"I meant to give them back to you." Lucanis nodded, reaching in and pulling out the knife that had been used against him. In the light the blade gleamed, nearly glittered, the faintest inscription visible. Emmrich hadn't realized when he'd been cleaning it and felt the grooves that it was writing, he had thought the blade may have had some wear and tear. Lucanis ran his thumb over the blade, before he set it down. "Does it say something?"

"Yes." Lucanis folded his arms. "I don't know what." It clearly wasn't in their trade language, and if Lucanis didn't recognize it, Emmrich presumed it wasn't in Antivan, either. The Crow turned, offered Emmrich a small smile. "This will keep Spite and I busy while you're away."

Emmrich nodded, although something in his belly had gone cold. He had a horrendous gnawing in him about this that he couldn't explain- nothing more than a gut feeling, than intuition.

Emmrich found himself surprisingly busy, when he'd been in the shop only an hour and had received a large order from the university. He'd gotten orders in the past from the university- various events- but it always felt a bit strange.

He tried not to think what his former colleagues might think of him now.

The order took most of the day to prepare, and required delivery that evening. He sent Lucanis a text that he'd be late that evening- but he would not forget the wine he'd promised.

Getting back a Don't be too late, Spite gets anxious somehow made his heart jump. He wanted to ask about the engraving on the knife they had noticed that morning, but kept getting so wrapped up that it slipped his mind entirely.

The sun was setting as he pulled into the university. The drop off for the array of arrangements was easy enough, near the large auditorium they used for their more popular academic speakers. Emmrich didn't recognize the man on the advertising poster, outside the door.

Was he so removed that he no longer knew who was relevant?

The thought made him uncomfortable, gave him a lost feeling in his chest. He forced himself to swallow it down, as he climbed back into his car, driving across the campus, the opposite direction of the exit.

He parked outside a large building- one that had once hosted his own office. He had endless memories of late nights here, grading papers, sitting with struggling thesis students- even just lost in his own research and musings.

He picked up the planted lily he'd had buckled into the seat next to him and headed inside. The decor hadn't changed much over the years- but that wasn't strange. Universities were known for never being with the times.

He glanced at a directory near the elevator, and smiled when the name he was seeking was exactly where she had last been. The same office. He wondered if it had changed at all.

Emmrich got into the elevator, rode it up a few flights, and then headed down the hallway. Many of the doors were shut, lights off- but he was pleased to see light seeping from underneath her door. He paused, rapped his knuckles against it, and heard a calming, "Come in," in a tone that never once wavered.

Emmrich opened the door, found Myrna leaning over her laptop, typing so quickly the clicks of her keys all bled together. She had a concentrated yet calm look on her face, dark hair pulled back in her ever-sleek ponytail. He couldn't remember a time he had ever seen it down, actually.

She glanced up, and her stoic demeanor faltered, for just a moment. Perfectly lined eyes widened ever so slightly, her lips parting, before she composed herself. "Emmrich?"

"Hello Myrna- I hope it wasn't too rude of me to stop by unannounced." He stepped in and closed the door, walking for her desk and setting the plant on the edge of it. "White lilies were always your favorite."

She smiled, closing her laptop, gesturing to the seat in front of her desk. "Your visits are never rude. Should I be flattered that you still remember?" Emmrich settled down, and Myrna folded her hands, wrists and rings adorned similarly to Emmrich's, leaning said hands on her desk. "It has been a long time."

It had been. Myrna was the last of his former colleagues to drop off from those discussions over coffee and tea. She'd been one of the only people to visit his shop, to reach out for more than his just academic mind.

She had been one of the best friends he'd had, at the university. And he had let the communication lapse, he knew. He hadn't spoken with her in more than a year- he could have sent her an email, dropped a call or text-

But there was something that made him want to pull away from those he knew- the embarrassment of no longer being one of them. Even if Myrna had been in favor of his theories.

"It has." He folded his own hands in his lap. "And I apologize for that. I left far too many of your messages unanswered."

Myrna shrugged a shoulder, the gentlest movement. Every reaction from her was so small it could easily be missed. "You have a life outside the university."

"Not nearly as much as you'd think." Emmrich sighed. "Regardless, I am sorry for letting our friendship slip. And I promise, despite what I am about to ask, that I am not only here because I need something."

A faint smile, a flicker of bemusement in her eyes. Excitement. "Using our connection for your own benefit? Emmrich, I thought more of you." Her tone was slightly teasing- most would miss it, but to Emmrich it was dripping in unspoken laughs. "I jest."

"I know. I haven't forgotten how to read you, my dear."

"Good. What do you need?"

Emmrich took a deep breath. "I've met someone who is dealing with a possession, and wants to sever his ties with the spirit. My issue is that all common knowledge on possession often ends in the death of the host themselves, and certainly the spirit attached. I don't believe either want that."

"Either?" Myrna pushed her chair back, stood up. "You've spoken to the host?"

"Oh he is very much present. He and the spirit are coexisting currently." Myrna stared at him, and Emmrich added, "I've never seen such a case."

"No. None of us have." She walked around the desk, her heels clicking on the floor, and leaned against it, folding her arms. Myrna was one to prefer to stand when she was thinking. Sitting was too idly for her, but pacing would have been far too much emotion and reaction.

Instead there was the gentle tap of her fingers against her own arm.

"I'm just curious if there have been any additional developments academically on the topic. Any new theories that could be worth exploring."

Myrna thought for a moment. "Yes, some. I can get you the information. But, Emmrich…" she paused, long enough for one more tap of her fingers, "this is exceptional. A case study like this would be of exceeding interest to the community. To your place here in academia."

She didn't need to spell it out- Emmrich had known, since he'd first realized what was going on with Lucanis. The man could easily be his ticket back into proper academic standing. He could return to the world he had devoted most of his life to- and he could further argue his own theories on spirit disposition in a world different than it had been ten years prior.

But… "I'm sorry Myrna," he offered with a small, sad smile, "but this isn't a case study. The gentleman is… dear to me. I have no desire to publish papers about him as if he was a nameless test subject. I simply want to help."

There was a long stretch of silence- not even the tap of Myrna's fingers broke it. But finally, she gave him a small smile. "Smitten, professor?"

Oh, what was the use of hiding it? "Very much so."

She nodded. "I never expected to see a day where you loved someone more than knowledge." Emmrich opened his mouth to argue loved was a strong word, but Myrna was already pushing off her desk, heading back around it. "I will send you all of the recent papers on possession theory- I assume you still enjoy physical copies as well? If you have a few minutes I can print them for you."

"Oh, you know me too well." Emmrich stood up as Myrna opened her laptop again, walking around her office. It had changed somewhat- new books on display, yes- but mostly it remained the same.

He paused at a display of bones on the wall- shards from various creatures that had once been theorized to make spirit communication easier. Or considered suitable bait to draw a spirit out for study. Disproved, yes, but still widely kept as fun ideas for entertainment purposes.

"Myrna?"

"Hmm?"

"Are staff still allowed access to the bone library?"

She glanced up, noting where he was in the office. "Yes, it has not changed. Although there are many younger staff members and students who do not see the historical art and importance of them."

Emmrich nodded. "In that case, I have a second favor to ask you."

Emmrich pulled up his driveway, noting it was far later than he had expected. He texted Lucanis when he'd left the university at least- told him he'd pick up a bottle of port and then be home.

The lights were on in his home- the lower level stark against the very dark outdoors. His porch light was on, which he had not left on that morning- and he smiled to himself at the subtle thoughtfulness.

He got out of the car, walked around it to open the passenger side door and collect both the wine and the heavy folder he'd left Myrna's office with. He'd have plenty of reading to do in the upcoming days.

He shut the door, his mind already very much leaving the idea of reading behind. He had been replaying the feeling of Lucanis's lips against his own in the back of his mind all day, and while he did not want to come on too strong, he very much intended to kiss the man upon first sight.

He was only a few steps from the car when he heard a conglomerate of noises- the rush of air that came with someone jumping, a grunt upon impact, and the sound of a body thudding into the ground.

He turned, just to see a flurry of motion. It was so quick he couldn't make sense of it, but he clearly heard, "Emmrich move!"

He jumped back, as the shadows took shape- Lucanis, who had yelled to him, being thrown off a man's back. The man stood up as Lucanis skidded across the ground, reaching into his pocket and grimacing against the sound of glass breaking.

Emmrich swore he could smell blood in the air-

Blood magic.

He dropped the bottle of wine and his folder, fisting his keys between his fingers as the man lifted his bloody hand from his pocket. He was speaking, not words Emmrich recognized, but it didn't matter.

He ran at the man, attempted to punch him square in the chest. The man grabbed his hand, didn't seem to care when the keys punctured into his palm, and tossed Emmrich aside with a strength that was simply inhuman. Channeled, from something.

Emmrich hit the ground with his breath rushing out of him, just to see Lucanis back up, rushing the man, shoulder down. He barreled into him, knocking him to the ground, the air smelling electric, like ozone suddenly.

Spite.

Before the spirit could fully take root, the man yelled something, a barked word, and Lucanis slumped for a moment, as if the energy had been sucked from him. It was enough time for him to be shoved off the man, roll a few feet away.

The man was up, taking no time to kneel over Lucanis, reaching into his jacket. Emmrich scrambled his hands along the ground, found the bottle of wine which had rolled from the driveway into the grass, and grasped it by its neck. He pushed himself up, time feeling as if it slowed as the man freed a knife from within his jacket and attempted to stab it down into Lucanis's chest.

Lucanis had his hands up and around the stranger's wrists, was pushing with all his might against the downward motion.

Emmrich ran, lifted the bottle, and with a grunt of effort, brought it down into the back of the stranger's skull. The glass shattered, the overly sweet, syrupy wine drenching the man's neck and shoulders, down along his back, as he lurched forward. The single moment of reprieve was enough for Lucanis to get his knee up into the man's gut, before he pushed him off.

The stranger rolled onto the grass, and Lucanis was quick to pluck the knife from his hand, straddle his body, and embed the blade into his chest in a single, fluid motion. The man gasped, and Lucanis twisted the blade in his chest, teeth bared and eyes seeming to glow, despite the fact that they were still near black- as if just a hint of Spite was creeping through.

Emmrich stood, panting, some of his hair falling against his forehead. He watched as Lucanis let go of the knife and stood up, reaching up to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, studying the dying- no, no, already dead- man for a moment.

Then he stepped over the body, turned, and ran to Emmrich. He got his hands on Emmrich's face, cradled his jaw, his eyes dark and wild and terrified.

"Are you alright?"

Emmrich nodded, shaken. He couldn't recall a time where he'd ever been attacked.

Lucanis got his arms around Emmrich, pulled him into an embrace, holding onto him tightly. It lasted for only seconds, but it was enough to make Emmrich sink back into himself.

"Give me your keys," Lucanis said, as he stepped back- only one step. He was still close. Emmrich handed them to Lucanis without question. "Go inside. Lock the door. Do not open it for anyone- not even for me."

"What are you-"

"Making a body disappear." He moved for the car, opening the back door, and Emmrich felt stupid when he asked,

"Shouldn't be call the authorities?" Lucanis shot a look back at him- and , yes, quite right, not a good idea. There was another death on Lucanis's hands. One that Emmrich would be looked at as an accomplice for.

Lovely.

Emmrich grabbed the folder off the ground, heading for the door and opening it. He all but tossed the folder towards the stairs, frowned when he noticed Lucanis's boots still tucked away neatly with his shoes. He grabbed them, turned around to see Lucanis had stripped the man of his jacket, pulled the knife was from his chest, and was hoisting him into the backseat of Emmrich's car.

Emmrich walked over, strides long and quick, as Lucanis straightened up, and pressed the boots to his chest. "Are you in just your bloody socks?"

The Crow only shrugged a shoulder, but did lean against the car to shove them on. Emmrich glanced back at the house- and noticed a window from the living room was open.

And recalled the rush of air, the sound of someone jumping.

"Did you jump out the window?" His voice was rising, alarm lacing his voice. Lucanis straightened, then moved back to Emmrich, looking as if he wanted to wrap his arms around him and never let go.

"Spite sensed something," he offered, as he reached out, took his hand, traced one of the fine bones there. "Inside," he said, his voice breaking as he added, "please."

Emmrich took a single breath, but nodded. Lucanis dropped his hand and he turned, heading back into the house. He pulled the door shut and locked it, watched when Lucanis climbed into the car and pulled away- headlights off, the car barely a ghost in the dark, inky night.

Emmrich walked briskly to the living room, pulling shut and latching the open window. The chill from outside had already crept in, and he shivered. He pulled his phone from his pocket, frantically typing out a message to Bellara, wanting to ensure she was safe. He hadn't seen her that day with the large order from the college and the young woman needing to spend part of her evening prepping for her thesis defense.

Once done, he gathered up the folder and the mess of papers that had flung out of it, taking them upstairs and leaving them on the desk in his study. He went into the bathroom, flicked the light on, looked at himself in the mirror.

His hair was no longer swept back- much of it had come free of its hold, dusting his forehead. And along his jaw there was a single red smear- from when Lucanis had held his face.

He turned on the tap, scrubbed at his face until the blood was gone. Water dripped from his rings when he turned the faucet off, the chain of events beginning to sink in.

Someone had attacked him. Him. Why? He couldn't fathom anyone ever finding enough issue with any of his former work to care to such an extent.

No, he couldn't have been the point. The point had to be Lucanis. He left the bathroom light on and headed down the stairs, going straight for the door. He unlocked it, threw it open, and rushed out into the night- knowing he was completely ignoring Lucanis's one request.

In the grass with the remains of the broken wine bottle was the knife the man had used. Emmrich picked it up by the handle- which still held a hint of warmth, from Lucanis's hands- and rushed back inside, shutting and re-locking the door. He bounded up the stairs, back to the bathroom, turning the sink back on and shoving the knife under the water stream. Blood splashed along the white porcelain sink, before it diluted to pink, as Emmrich shifted the blade, trying to wash all of the blood from it.

Once it was clean, he turned off the water and pressed it fingers along the flat of the blade. In the harsh bathroom light he could see the etching in the metal, could feel it under his fingertips. He hurried out, barely remembering to turn the light off, and went for his study.

He hit the light and went for his desk, opening the drawer that had held the original knife from when he'd met Lucanis, and finding it empty. He set the knife on the desk and hurried out, nearly storming into the room Lucanis had been sleeping in, previously.

He hated to step into a space designated for the other man- privacy was important- but he didn't hesitate to flick on the light head for the knife, the moment he saw it, set on the dresser.

Back to his study, and he was comparing the two. They were different sizes- the one from the previous night was a thinner blade, the handle set with a few glimmering red stones. The one from only moments ago was heavier, had a subtle curve to it, the handle felt like bone.

But the inscription… it wasn't the same. But Emmrich saw characters that matched- the same language, at least. Most likely.

He collapsed into his desk chair, both knives on the desk now, and tipped his head back, exhaling. He scrubbed his hands over his face, tapped his foot- realized in the rush he'd never bothered to remove his shoes.

He heard the sound of Manfred, jumping up onto the desk. He straightened up, noted the cat was watching him, tail flicking, his stare expectant.

"Quite right Manfred," Emmrich mumbled, mostly to himself. "It's no use to not have my head on straight. I just need to get a hold of myself." He reached out, gently scratched Manfred's chin, smiled as the cat began to purr. "Everyone has someone have a go at their life at least once, right?"

The look Manfred gave him did make him think the cat disagreed. Strongly.

Once he had calmed himself, Emmrich removed his shoes, took the time to store them back downstairs properly, before he went about turning off the lights that had been left on, through out the first floor.

Then he waited in the living room, Manfred taking up a space on his lap in the arm chair.

He wasn't sure how long Lucanis was gone- but eventually as the night drew on, Emmrich heard the low rumble of his car, returning. And then the click of keys, in the door, as locks were undone.

He was standing before the door was fully opened.

Lucanis stepped in, barely had it shut behind him, before Emmrich was leaving the living room, hurrying into the entrance way and reaching for him, holding his face gently and noting that Lucanis looked exhausted. "You're alright?" he asked, much as Lucanis had, moments after the attack.

The Crow nodded, let his eyes fall shut for just a second, moving in closer to Emmrich. "You're thinking of asking me."

"Come again?"

Lucanis opened his eyes. "You're thinking of asking me what I did with the body."

Emmrich cleared his throat. "It had crossed my mind…"

Lucanis pulled from his touch, turned and re-locked the door. He removed his boots, before saying. "It's handled. That's all you should know." He paused, before he added, with a hint of a smile. "I promise you won't need to deep clean your car."

"Oh, let us thank the Maker for small miracles." Emmrich's voice was thick with sarcasm- and unexpectedly, Lucanis laughed. The sound had Emmrich smiling. "You should come upstairs- I have the man's knife."

"You what?"

Emmrich ignored the question, turning and heading for the stairs. Lucanis followed close behind him, into his study, as Emmrich walked to the desk, nodded to both blades he'd left out. "I cleaned it off so I could examine it better- the inscription is quite similar to the one used on you previously. Not the same, mind you, but I do believe they're the same language."

"You went outside, after I told you to lock yourself inside, just to get the knife."

"Well, yes."

"Mierda." Lucanis reached up, pinched the bridge of his nose. "What if there was someone else out there, waiting?"

Emmrich folded his hands together. "Would you have left if you thought the man wasn't alone?" Lucanis's hand fell away from his face and he simply stared. "Your silence is answer enough."

"I should be so annoyed with you right now." Lucanis moved closer, got his hands on Emmrich's waist- held on, as he had, once in the kitchen- but firmer, without the threat of pulling away. "But I'm not."

Emmrich is safe.

Spite, spoken separate from Lucanis but so close. The spirit must be resting inside him.

"I am quite safe Spite. I believe we all are, for the moment." He placed his hands on Lucanis's chest, splayed them, could feel the slightly elevated beat of his heart against one palm.

"But what if you hadn't been?" Lucanis's voice was soft, pulling from a constricting throat. Emmrich opened his mouth to answer- but had nothing. He pinched his lips together as Lucanis added, "What if we had been slower, what if one thing had been different?"

He pulled Emmrich closer, so Emmrich was forced to slide his hands up over his shoulders. Their chests pressed tight together, Lucanis's hands locking at the small of Emmrich's back.

"I think," Lucanis admitted, "I might have gone mad." As he spoke, his eyes flashed- for a moment shining amethyst, Spite's subtle agreement.

"Theoretical only," Emmrich said, as he got a hand in Lucanis's hair, tangled the thick, dark locks around his fingers. "I am quite fine." And added, after a moment of pause, in a lower voice, "You can check if you like."

Lucanis surged forward, pressed his mouth to Emmrich's. The kiss was desperate, felt as if Lucanis wanted to get himself under Emmrich's skin. The older man didn't mind- he nipped playfully at Lucanis's lip, pulled at his hair to help angle him so he could kiss the Crow deeper.

Lucanis urged him back a step, and Emmrich bumped into his desk. He heard one of the knives slide slightly at the movement, before he was too distracted by Lucanis's tongue pressing along his to even care.

Lucanis slid a hand under his sweater, splayed it on his bare back. Emmrich shivered- Lucanis's skin was burning in such a perfect way. His Crow pulled back, panting softly, as Emmrich's other hand not in his hair skimmed down his side, plucked at one of his belt loops.

"There are much more comfortable places for this," he offered, "if you're willing."

Lucanis hesitated for just a moment, before he nodded. He pulled from Emmrich's touch, took a step back so that Emmrich wasn't pinned to the desk. The older man took his hand, led him from the study towards his bedroom.

He didn't bother with the light- had Lucanis barely past the door before he was tugging the younger man in for another kiss. Lucanis melted against his mouth, the eagerness still there as his hands roamed Emmrich's chest, fisted in his sweater. Lucanis was pushed tight to him, and Emmrich slipped a leg between his thighs, lost his breath as he felt the very obvious shape of the younger man's cock, pressing against him.

Lucanis whined into the kiss, pulling back, still panting, his hips rolling slightly against Emmrich's thigh. Emmrich gently tugged at the hem of his shirt, and Lucanis leaned back enough that he could grasp it, pull it up over his head and lose it in the dark of the room.

Emmrich felt his throat going tight, eyes darting to Lucanis's chest, taking in firm muscle, dark skin, the dark hair along his pecs. Gods, why was he so beautiful?

Emmrich took his hands, turned them both so that Lucanis, with only one step back, bumped against the edge of the bed. He leaned into Lucanis's neck, kissed his pulse point, the other man tipping his head, offering his neck as a gift.

Emmrich's deft fingers slipped between them, worked at Lucanis's fly as he kissed the length of his neck, before moving to his ear, pinching his earlobe between his teeth. Lucanis openly shivered, as Emmrich pulled the zipper of his pants down. He slipped a hand in, cupped Lucanis through his underwear, had the other man biting his lip, pushing against his hand. The heat alone coming off Lucanis could have left Emmrich delirious.

"What do you want, darling?"

Lucanis opened his mouth to speak, but simply swallowed down a needy noise as Emmrich continued to fondle him, the younger man's cock twitching through the fabric of his underwear with every beat of his heart. Emmrich leaned back, just enough to see Lucanis- his face was flushed, his dark eyes seeming so large, so sure and yet lost.

Lucanis licked his lips, managed in a voice that broke over only a single word. "You."

Emmrich made a feral noise, a rumble from his chest that he didn't even recognize, as he grasped at the waistband of Lucanis's underwear, tugging at them along with his pants. The Crow covered Emmrich's hands with his own, helping to push his clothing down, until it was pooled around his ankles and Emmrich was gently guiding him back, onto the bed.

He took the time to cup the back of Lucanis's head as he settled, ensure he was resting on the pillows. The man looked at him with adoring eyes, this endless dark that could have swallowed Emmrich whole and kept him locked away for an eternity.

It would have been a lovely way to go.

Emmrich's hand moved to Lucanis's shoulder, skimmed over his chest- fingers playing at his chest hair, following it down to his belly. Fingertips brushed his navel, before following the trail of dark hair to his groin- the whole while Lucanis was chewing at his lower lip, breathing hard. Emmrich was used to excitement in his partners- even if it had been quite a while- but Lucanis seemed to be raw desire and need, unrestrained and responding to every feather touch as if it had been his first.

Emmrich made a point to avoid his cock- instead let his fingertips dance towards his thighs, so he could marvel at how soft the skin of Lucanis's inner thigh was.

He had the urge to feel it between his teeth.

Before he could do more than register the thought, Lucanis reached up, wound his arms around Emmrich's neck and pulled him down, kissing him again. Emmrich nearly fell onto him, his hand having to move from Lucanis's thigh to brace on the bed, as Lucanis kissed his mouth until it was tingling, buzzing.

"You're wearing too much," the Crow managed between kisses. The bluntness of it had Emmrich pulling from the kiss, laughing as he tipped his forehead against Lucanis's.

"How very rude of me." He pulled away, carefully removing his sweater and folding it quickly, setting it on his bedside table. Lucanis pushed himself up so he was sitting, was openly staring at Emmrich.

For a moment, the older man felt a twinge of embarrassment, running through him, with the way Lucanis seemed to be so thoroughly studying him. He felt utterly drab compared to the naked man in his bed- where Lucanis had toned, lean muscle, Emmrich was slim, fine bones under pale skin with a light layer of fat and muscle. Lucanis looked like a god, and Emmrich-

Emmrich felt like a weather-worn statue, smooth and devoid of the details that made one breathtaking.

But Lucanis was looking at him with unbridled lust, eyes devouring every inch of skin, like Emmrich was in fact the god himself. And when Lucanis whispered, "more," eyes flicking down Emmrich's torso to the waist of his pants, the strange embarrassment and fear washed away.

Emmrich felt like he was the most handsome man in the world, under Lucanis's gaze.

He shed the rest of his clothing, before he climbed onto the bed, directly into Lucanis's lap. He straddled his thighs, one hand slipping between them, letting his eyes finally dart down to Lucanis's groin.

His cock was hard, rigid against his belly, leaving a smear of precum against his skin. He could see his cockhead was flushed, as it poked out form his foreskin- and when he wrapped his long fingers around his shaft, gods he felt so heavy, thick.

Lucanis tipped his head back, exhaling, fingers shaking as he gripped at the blanket beneath him. Emmrich stroked down slowly, pulling his foreskin back- the single movement causing a rush of precum to soak against Lucanis's happy trail.

Emmrich's own cock was hard, but he utterly ignored it. He was far too enraptured in the way Lucanis simply felt in his hand- and add in the little noises the man made as he began stroking slowly- it could have short circuited his mind, his entire being.

He leaned in, his other hand cupping the back of Lucanis's head, holding him steady so he could kiss him slowly. Lucanis broke to it, whimpered against Emmrich's mouth, his hands leaving the bed and grasping at the man's slim waist, holding on with bruising force.

Emmrich hoped it would bruise. It would be a lovely reminder in the morning.

He got Lucanis's lip between his teeth, tugged on it as he felt precum trickling over his fingers. "You," he whispered, "my boy, are simply soaked. Do you always get this wet?"

The flush to Lucanis's cheeks was so dark it would have been alarming, if Emmrich hadn't felt the way his cock pulsed. "You can't just say that," he mumbled, and Emmrich moved to kiss his jaw, Lucanis's beard tickling him slightly.

"Oh but I can, and I did. You left the question unanswered…"

"Does a gentleman ask that?"

Emmrich glanced at Lucanis- caught a playful glint in his eyes, the teasing tone to his voice. "I can assure you," he whispered, moving to breath directly into Lucanis's ear as he stroked faster, "I'm a gentleman- but there is no place for a gentleman between the sheets, darling."

Lucanis shivered, hips rocking up, head tipping back. Emmrich kept his head cradled in his hand to help support it, the man's breathing coming faster now. He moved back to Lucanis's neck, nipped at the warm skin, savored the salt of his sweat, his thumb rubbing up over Lucanis's frenulum, along his cockhead, smearing the pulse of precum from his slit. Lucanis groaned, squeezed his eyes shut- and then with a broken, rattled noise, his body went tight, stiff. Emmrich felt the rush of cum as his lover found release, splashing up against his thumb, running down Lucanis's shaft, over his fingers, his rings.

Lucanis was panting, as Emmrich stroked him through the orgasm, whispered little sweet nothings into his neck. He clutched tighter to the older man's waist, and Emmrich wondered what it would feel like for Lucanis to snap his very bones, bare handed.

There was a crackle to the air, and Emmrich lifted his head, caught a glimpse of amethyst between Lucanis's thick, dark lashes. The man blinked and it was gone- but it was obvious that Spite was inside him, reeling at each feeling Lucanis experienced.

Emmrich paused his hand, leaned back enough that he could lift it. Lucanis's cum clung to his fingers, his palm- and gods, he wanted to know what this man's very marrow tasted like.

He brought his hand to his mouth, ran his tongue up the side, gathering a large trail of cum, until his tongue brushed one of his rings. The bitterness burst over his tongue, salty, yet so alluring. Lucanis watched with blown eyes, before he was pulling Emmrich to him by his waist, taking his mouth as if he was dying and this was his last moment with Emmrich.

Emmrich gasped into it, surprised at the sudden movement, as Lucanis fell back onto the bed, Emmrich hunched over him. His hand pressed to Lucanis's chest out of instinct, leaving smears of cum in his chest hair as Lucanis bucked his hips up, warm skin pressing tight to Emmrich's erection.

"Can I…" Lucanis started, as Emmrich's cock dragged against his thigh.

Emmrich smiled, playfully nipped at his lip. "Not yet," he whispered, "I'm not as virile as you are, dearest. And we're not done…"

He let himself lay out between Lucanis's legs, mouthed down his chest, tongue gathering up some of the mess he'd left behind. Lucanis squirmed, arching when Emmrich let his tongue roll over one of his nipples.

"Is this alright?" Emmrich asked, kissing the bud gently. Lucanis swallowed thickly, managed a nod, and Emmrich smiled before he sucked at it gently, let his tongue roll over it as it hardened in his mouth. Lucanis bucked again- and oh, his cock was definitely still somewhat hard, refusing to calm as Emmrich continued to touch him. It slid against Emmrich's, had Emmrich grunting into Lucanis's chest. He moved to the other nipple, worrying it with the points of his teeth, as Lucanis got his hands in Emmrich's hair, undoing what little proper control there was to the strands.

Emmrich squirmed a hand between them, slid his palm over Lucanis's cock, cradled his balls for a moment to enjoy the rush of breath that left him, before his fingers slipped further, along the sensitive flesh past his balls. Lucanis bucked, a sharp of intake breath shattering the room, as Emmrich's fingers pressed against his hole, teasing it lightly.

"If this is too much," Emmrich whispered, pausing to kiss the center of the man below him's chest, "tell me. I have so many things I could do to you, my boy."

Lucanis bit his lip, didn't answer- and after a moment, when Emmrich began to withdraw, his eyes glossed over purple, before shining.

And Spite, clearly through Lucanis's mouth, "No. More. Give him. More. Give us. More."

Emmrich traced his hole, but kept the touch feather light. "Spite, I need to hear it from Lucanis as well."

Lucanis blinked, his eyes returning to their blown blackfire, and he nodded- seemed unable to form the words. Emmrich pulled away despite this- and Lucanis whined, reached for him as the man settled up on his knees, leaning over the bed.

"I'm not stopping," Emmrich promised, "not unless you ask me to." Lucanis nodded, released his hold on Emmrich's wrist, and he reached for his bedside table, pulling it open and reaching in, fingers grasping a rather full bottle.

He leaned back, set the bottle on the bed, and chose to rub his hands up along the insides of Lucanis's thighs. The skin felt like burning silk, unmarred, unscarred- and Emmrich paused, pressed his thumb against where he knew Lucanis's femoral artery would be- could feel his heart beat as his blood pumped with a fury beneath the skin.

"To feel you between my teeth…" he whispered to himself, not even realizing he had spoken- not until Lucanis groaned, spread his legs further, a whispered please. Emmrich dragged his eyes up to him- "A promise for another night," he offered, his heart stilling for a moment at the thought of other nights.

That this could be something.

He gently guided Lucanis to bend one of his legs, dig his heel into the bed. The other he pushed wide until he feared discomfort for his lover. Then, with Lucanis watching, he carefully removed the rings from one of his hands, leaning over him to pile them on the bedside table.

When he returned, he grabbed the bottle of lube, opening it and pouring an overly generous amount onto his fingers. He thought to ask Lucanis how he preferred this- would he like Emmrich to go slow, did he adapt easily to the feeling of being penetrated-

But Lucanis was just staring at him in awe, wonder, desire, pure rapture, and the words died on his tongue. He reached down, slipped his hand so his fingers could push between Lucanis's ass, trace his asshole and spread the wetness of his fingers along it.

Emmrich reached out with his other hand, splayed it on Lucanis's belly. "Inhale," he whispered, and the man did. "Exhale." As Lucanis did, Emmrich slipped a finger inside him. The breath ended in a choked whine, a gasp of shock, and Lucanis went tight around Emmrich in the first instant. Emmrich rubbed his thumb along his belly, teased the hair leading to his groin. "You're alright. Am I hurting you?"

"No." Lucanis swallowed, relaxed slightly. Emmrich moved his finger slowly, thrusting it lazily, studied Lucanis's face for discomfort. It melted quickly as he began to squirm, hips rocking, only mostly held down by the hand on his abdomen. He tipped his head back, let out a moan- and as he did, Emmrich slipped a second in. Lucanis gasped, a broken mierda leaving his lips, as his hands scrambled along the bed, searching for purchase.

Emmrich bent over him, pressed a kiss to the hollow of his ribs as Lucanis sucked in a breath. Smiling against his warm skin, Emmrich curled his fingers, taking not even another breath to find that sweet spot inside Lucanis- the moment he pressed to it Lucanis dug his shoulders into the bed, arching so forcefully he jarred Emmrich, nearly set him off balance, as he gave a sharp yet pleased cry.

Emmrich positively grinned to himself, mouthing up Lucanis's chest, continued to push at the spot. "Alright still?"

Lucanis choked, tried to lift his head- but the way Emmrich drummed his fingers inside him had him simply tossing it back. Emmrich could handle him wordless, so long as he remained easy to read.

He moved to thrusting his fingers, wanting to ensure Lucanis was comfortable. As he did the man seemed to regain some sense of his body, one hand planted firmly on the mattress as he pushed himself up, grabbed for Emmrich with the other and dragged him in for a kiss.

It was mostly Lucanis panting against his mouth, but Emmrich didn't mind. Especially when he caught the scent of ozone, and then Spite, through Lucanis's mouth, a broken yes, the sort of sound he didn't know the spirit could make.

"I can add another," he offered, "if it would make you more comfortable."

Lucanis shook his head, the flush on his cheeks running down his neck, leaving him looking thoroughly fucked out already. Emmrich moved to kiss his cheek, affectionately, before he pulled back. He gently pushed Lucanis back onto his back, watched him squirm into the pillows, as he pulled his fingers from his body.

Emmrich reached for the lube, pouring more onto his palm, before leaving it in the blankets as he stroked himself slowly. It took every ounce of control not to thrust into his fist- his body was wound tight, buzzing- but he wanted every second he could have, inside Lucanis.

Lucanis, who was watching him, lips parted, eyes intent on the movement of Emmrich's hand, studying his cock. Emmrich felt a flood of self consciousness again, hells it really had been too long since he'd been with anyone-

"Is that…" Lucanis trailed off, and Emmrich glanced down, before he simply laughed. He bared his cock in a way that Lucanis could clearly see his piercing- a curved golden rod through his urethra, the balls of the jewelry pressed flush to his pale skin, one just beneath his cockhead.

Perhaps he should have mentioned that…

Before he could speak at all, Lucanis was sitting up, reaching for him, wrapping his own fist around his overly slick cock, so he could roll his thumb over the piercing, watching with rapt attention. Emmrich bit his lip to stifle a groan, trying hard not to thrust desperately into Lucanis's hand.

He had to force himself to reach for Lucanis's shoulder, gently push him back. "Careful," he whispered, "or this will be over far too soon."

Lucanis rolled his thumb along the piercing one last time, before he stretched back out, spreading his thighs wider. There was a fresh smear of precum on his belly.

Emmrich shuffled closer, his still bejeweled hand rubbing along Lucanis's thigh, as the other held his cock steady. He slid the head against Lucanis's hole, heard him exhale in anticipation- and took that moment to slide inside.

Emmrich bowed his head, groaning, the feeling of Lucanis's muscles making just enough room for him causing the room to spin. His body was hot, his insides like the burning silk of his thighs, making Emmrich so dizzy he squeezed Lucanis's thigh in his hand.

He paused when he had Lucanis's ass nestled up to his pelvis. The man was panting lightly already- but a glance at his cock had Emmrich smirking playfully. He was fully hard again.

He reached with his bare hand, ran his palm up over his balls and teased them, before wrapping it around his cock, stroking him slowly. He felt Lucanis relax around him, mind distracted by the sensation of Emmrich's hand.

He leaned over him, hair falling against his forehead, tickling the shells of his ears, catching Lucanis's wild stare. "You're alright," Emmrich whispered, softly.

Lucanis licked his lips. "I think I'm going mad." At that he shifted the leg Emmrich wasn't holding, hooked it behind his legs, forced Emmrich to push even deeper. Lucanis groaned, head tipping back, eyelids fluttering. "It's so…"

He paused, as Emmrich rolled his thumb over his cockhead.

"Good." His eyes flashed under those lashes again, and Spite's voice echoed him, "so good."

Emmrich smiled, released his cock so he could plant a hand on the bed to steady himself, easing his hips back before thrusting into Lucanis. His lover arched, reached for Emmrich's shoulders, hands scrambling over them, onto his back. Emmrich felt his blunt nails dig in as he thrust, threatening to leave little crescent indents in his pale skin.

Emmrich felt choked, with each thrust, Lucanis's body a sort of heaven he hadn't been prepared for. And the way he was clutching at him, squirming beneath him? Looking at him with huge, blown eyes-

Emmrich kissed him, tore at his mouth with tongue and teeth in a way that was very much not gentleman-like. And Lucanis went tight around him, kissed him back in kind, dragged his nails down Emmrich's back so the older man was hissing into his mouth.

He was so torn, between kissing Lucanis and wanting to see him. After a nip to the younger man's tongue, Emmrich pulled back, arched back up again, got both his hands on Lucanis's thighs and held them open. Each movement tore a noise from his Crow's throat- a whimper, a whine, even a plea for more. He thrust harder, watched the way Lucanis's back bowed, the glorious jut of muscle and bone as his body contorted in bliss.

His own body was aching, his spine a static, seething mess. His belly and balls ached, his entire pelvis tight- but he would not come before Lucanis. Maker and dead gods, on his honor he would not.

"Lucanis," he breathed, panting now himself. The man looked at him, and Emmrich offered a hand. Lucanis took it, and Emmrich guided the hand to the man's cock, urging him to take himself in hand. Lucanis did, Emmrich's hand around his, as the older man guided him to stroke himself. Lucanis bucked his hips up into their combined fist, before driving himself down onto Emmrich, causing Emmrich to see white in the corners of his vision.

Lucanis cried out when Emmrich squeezed his hand, tightening the pressure around him. His dark lashes were wet, lips swollen from all of Emmrich's kisses, each drag of his teeth, and gods he looked beautiful.

Emmrich released his hold on Lucanis's hand, moved to grasp at his thighs and push at them, bending Lucanis slightly so he could get deeper inside him. Lucanis cried out Emmrich's name, and for a single moment Emmrich swore he was going to come, every muscle in his body going taut at the sheer desperate and yet worshiping sound of his name on Lucanis's lips.

He bit his cheek until he tasted iron, and the near bliss pushed back down.

"Lucanis," he managed, the man's name feeling like a prayer. His Crow beneath him was panting heavily, chest heaving with each breath, little noises escaping that gorgeous mouth with each thrust, each stroke of his fist. "Darling, it's alright." Emmrich jerked him back over his cock. "Let go."

Lucanis cried out, arching his back off the bed, his body clenching at Emmrich's cock as his own spurted a thick line of cum over his belly, onto his chest. Emmrich watched, utterly enraptured, swearing he had never seen a partner look so divine when they reached their release. Lucanis seemed completely unreal.

The younger man hadn't even relaxed around him when Emmrich felt his own pleasure cresting- and he groaned Lucanis's name, hung his head as he buried himself as deep as he could get in his body and finally came. The rush of sheer bliss left him breathless, his entire body humming with ecstasy. Lucanis gave a little groan over the feeling, and Emmrich dared to bow over him, seek out his mouth. Lucanis got his arms up around his neck, held on desperately as Emmrich kissed him, the two still interconnected. The kiss was hard but almost lazy- Emmrich simply wanting to have every inch of himself in contact with Lucanis.

When the angle finally caused his spine to ache too much, Emmrich pulled away, gently easing back. Lucanis bit his lip, swallowed down a hiss of breath as Emmrich left his body. Carefully, Emmrich maneuvered over Lucanis, stretched out alongside him, reaching for his cheek so he could cradle it.

His thumb rubbed over a damp streak on his cheek, and Emmrich leaned in, kissed the corner of Lucanis's eye, tongue darting to taste the salt of his euphoric tears. When he pulled back, he moved to kiss the bridge of his nose. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Lucanis managed a single shake of his head. "I don't think I'm inside my body," he admitted, and Emmrich chuckled.

"So it was alright, I take it?"

Lucanis grinned then. He pulled Emmrich in for another quick kiss, before he admitted, "The understatement of a lifetime, Emmrich. Mierda, I didn't know it would be that good…" Emmrich arched a brow, slightly confused, and Lucanis fell back to the pillows, stared up at the ceiling. After a moment of hesitation, he whispered, "I'd never…" he reached a hand up, waved it in the air, gesturing to them.

Emmrich choked. He'd hadn't realized- he hadn't even considered- "I hadn't realized…" He paused, before simply blurting out, "You're gorgeous. I just assumed you'd had an array of former lovers."

Lucanis chuckled at that, carefully rolling onto his side, so he could face Emmrich. "Only one," he admitted, "and he and I never got very far." He paused, then added, "My friend, Viago- it seemed every time he and I managed to get close Illario would interrupt."

Emmrich had to laugh at that. "Your cousin has awful timing."

"You have no idea. I half expected him to jump out of your closet while you were…" he trailed off, cleared his throat, and whispered while pointedly not looking into Emmrich's eyes, "…fucking me…"

Emmrich felt a shiver run down his spine. He pulled Lucanis closer, kissed his hair. "I am most grateful he did not. Now, if you say that again…"

"That you fucked me?"

Emmrich groaned. "Yes- that. Keep saying it and I'll have to do it again, my dear."

Lucanis perked up then, asking, "Can you?" before it was Spite who came through.

"Yes! Again. More!"

Emmrich laughed, before he paused for a moment. With a playful smile, he eased Lucanis back onto his back, carefully climbing over his leg and settling down between his legs.

"I'd need a bit more of a reprieve before I could do that," Emmrich admitted, as he grabbed the lube and poured more onto his bare fingers. "But I can most definitely make up for that."

He slipped his now slick fingers beneath Lucanis, felt little resistance as he slipped two inside him. He was still wet from being fucked, lube and cum mingling and making him feel heavenly debouched around Emmrich's fingers.

Emmrich turned, kissed Lucanis's thigh, as his lover writhed, groaning with each pump of his fingers. His mouth ghosted over the skin he had so badly wanted to bite earlier- and Emmrich gave in, dug his teeth into flesh, hard enough to leave imprints but not quite hard enough to break skin.

Lucanis howled, his body clenching around Emmrich's fingers. And then, clearly Spite, growled out, "Yes, yes! Break us, bleed us!"

Emmrich shuddered, digging his hips into the bed. Gods, maybe he wouldn't need to wait that long to take Lucanis again. He pulled off the flesh that had to be throbbing now, kissed it affectionately, before he leaned over Lucanis's pelvis, dragged his tongue up along his cock as it rested on his belly.

Lucanis choked, couldn't even finish Emmrich's name as the man took his cockhead into his mouth, toying at it with his tongue. He pressed his fingers up against Lucanis's prostate, massaging it firmly, and Lucanis squirmed, shoulders digging into the bed, hips rocking so his cock slipped deeper into Emmrich's mouth.

Emmrich took it with ease- out of practice he may have been, but he always enjoyed a lover using his mouth. His body hadn't forgotten how to relax his jaw, keep his throat at ease as Lucanis fucked his jaw with utter abandon. Emmrich's free hand rubbed the tender spot he had bitten, applying pressure occasionally and loving how Lucanis whined for him.

He dragged his tongue up along the underside of Lucanis's shaft, his mouth salty with precum, as he dared to push a third finger into him. When he did Lucanis gasped, body tensing, and he spilled over Emmrich's tongue, against his throat. He swallowed as best as he could, but gods, Lucanis filled his mouth anyway, until Emmrich was pulling off, swallowing thickly and gasping for breath, lips shiny and flushed, slightly swollen.

He pulled his fingers from Lucanis, crawled over him, accepted the kiss his Crow so eagerly gave him- Lucanis licking his own come from his mouth, groaning as Emmrich's tongue pushed at his own. "I assure you," Emmrich whispered, as he pushed Lucanis's legs apart more with one of his thighs. "The second time is far better than the first."

And the way Lucanis smiled told Emmrich he would indeed be proving that tonight. Not that he minded in the slightest- a sleepless night sounded like perfection, in that moment.

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littlemourningstarr · 11 days ago

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The Jewel of Antiva

Lucanis takes Emmrich's penchant for jewelry and body adornments to a new level.

Pairing: Emmrich Volkarin x Lucanis Dellamorte

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Tags: sex toys, princess plug, anal sex

Lucanis dug his heel into the bed, grunting as he thrust two of his fingers into himself. The oil he had doused them in was running down to his wrist, making him feel slightly dirty.

It wasn't as good, as when Emmrich did it. But he hadn't expected it to be- nor did it even matter. He just needed to relax himself enough to get his little surprise inside.

Of course, the mere thought of Emmrich had his belly going tight and his body aching for more. His necromancer had a way of making him see heaven that seemed effortless, natural. Emmrich had him craving intimacy in a way he never thought he would.

Lucanis pulled his fingers free, panting lightly. His cock was half hard and resting against his pelvis, leaking precum onto his tanned skin. He ignored it as he swallowed thickly, feeling blindly for the toy he had purchased, days ago. It had taken every ounce of control in his body to act nonchalant while picking it- and then every ounce doubled waiting for the right time.

He slid his slick fingers over the cool, metallic plug, coating it in oil. Then carefully he aligned the plug with his hole and eased it in. He tipped his head back, breath rushing out, as he settled it, before moving his hand away. It was tempting, so tempting, to take his cock in hand, fuck his fist until he was gasping in pleasure.

But he resisted, fisting his hand in the blanket beneath him and worrying his lip, rocking his hips up out of instinct.

He forced himself to relax, to sink into the bed, close his eyes for a moment and simply steady his breathing. He could have gotten himself off- but the thought of saving the excitement, it drove him to be still.

After all, touching himself wasn't nearly as enjoyable as having Emmrich touch him.

He felt the air thrumming around him, and opened his eyes, found Spite looking down at him with curious eyes.

Where is. Emmrich?

Lucanis sat up, the plug shifting inside him, making him bite back a whine. "Not now, Spite."

Emmrich. Gone all day. Where. Is he?

Spite seemed to flit around the bed. Once, Lucanis might have been flustered to have the demon seeing him like this. But Spite had been present during more intimate moments with Emmrich than not. And Lucanis had to admit- he rather liked it.

"He'll be back soon," Lucanis managed, rolling onto his belly, shifting under the blanket, and settling his cheek against Emmrich's pillow. It still smelled like the man- but they'd been in Treviso for near a month now. It had been strange when the bed didn't smell like them, when they'd returned from their last stay in Nevarra.

Lucanis drifted, let his mind go quiet. Spite kept quiet as well, settling into him, choosing to share in the soft thrumming pleasure of having the plug inside him.

Emmrich had gone out earlier to entertain a number of the younger Crows that had been buzzing for stories of his work in the Necropolis. He was rather popular with the initiates, which was always bemusing to Lucanis.

He had to be careful of Spite when he noticed it tho- the demon was quick to get possessive of their mage.

Lucanis heard footsteps, just outside the bedroom door- and then a slightly tired sigh that had to be Emmrich, as he let himself in.

"Oh!" Lucanis lifted his head, glanced over his shoulder. Emmrich shed his jacket as he stepped closer to the bed, folding it over his arm. "Darling, I didn't expect you to be here." He walked to the side of the bed, leaned over and pressed a kiss to Lucanis's temple.

When Emmrich leaned back, he had a bit of a frown pulling at his lips. He pressed the back of his hand to Lucanis's forehead, pausing a moment before cupping his cheek.

"You're flushed. Do you feel alright?"

Emmrich's thumb stroked down Lucanis's cheek, and the Crow turned, opened his lips and took it into his mouth. Emmrich's breath escaped, and Lucanis felt his cock give a heavy twitch, beneath the blanket. He swirled his tongue around it, before Emmrich pulled it out, dragging it over Lucanis's lower lip.

"No," the assassin admitted, shifting slightly, feeling the plug in his body shift. He was beginning to ache for something more. He reached up, hooked an arm around Emmrich's shoulders, forcing him to stoop lower as he sought out a kiss.

Emmrich's mouth was warm- he tasted herbal, must have been drinking tea with the young Crows. Lucanis flicked his tongue against his lips, as Emmrich's hand moved into his hair, tangled his fingers in the dark locks.

Lucanis groaned when Emmrich's tongue pushed at his own, returning the kiss in kind. He heard the sound of the necromancer's jacket dropping to the floor, his other hand finding Lucanis's waist, gripping it as he lowered him back to the bed.

Lucanis arched, as he stretched on his back, the plug digging in, not quite reaching his prostate but making his nerves alight. He whimpered, and Emmrich pulled back, pretty absinthe eyes dark and heady.

Lucanis managed to kick the blanket off his hips, partway down his thighs, showing off his aching cock, flushed and resting against his belly, a trail of precum wet in the dark line of hair leading to his groin.

Emmrich's eyes flashed, the roiling need there enough to make Lucanis try to lift his hips. "What has your blood so hot, darling?"

Carefully, Lucanis pulled away from Emmrich's touch, rolling onto his belly. He dug his knees into the mattress, lifted his ass and bared himself, feeling his cheeks burning in a way they never had. There was a moment of nothing, and then Emmrich's breath rushing out.

One of his hands touched the back of Lucanis's thigh, rubbing it affectionately. The Crow didn't need to see him to know he was staring at the jeweled plug in his ass, a brilliant purple fit for a princess.

"My dear, what have you done…" Emmrich sounded awe struck, as his hand moved higher, grasped Lucanis's ass and kneaded the flesh. Lucanis bit his cheek, trying to keep from whining.

"I know how you like… jewelry…"

Emmrich laughed, an almost bark of a sound ending in a sigh. He leaned over, placed a kiss to the small of Lucanis's back, his hand moving to the plug, pressing on it gently. Lucanis exhaled, before Emmrich's hand slid down to his balls, cupping them and rolling them over his palm.

Lucanis turned to press his forehead to his pillow, panting slightly. His cock dripped precum down onto the sheet, as Emmrich pressed another kiss to his spine, inching higher.

"You're simply marvelous." He reached the center of his back, flicked his tongue against the line of Lucanis's spine. The Crow shuddered, keened softly, wanting Emmrich's hand on his cock.

The way Emmrich spoke to him, spoke of him, always made his head spin. Emmrich seemed to find a new way to praise his very existence every day, and Lucanis was simply left melting under his words, his very tone.

Emmrich moved to the space between his shoulder blades, before he nosed at some of Lucanis's hair on the nape of his neck, finding skin to kiss there as well.

"Whatever shall I do with you?"

Lucanis could think of a hundred things he wanted Emmrich to do to him damn near every second. But saying the words- that was the challenge.

When he didn't speak, Emmrich gently dug his teeth into the nap of Lucanis's neck. The younger man gasped, a full body shudder rocking him, before Emmrich pulled back. Lucanis braced his arms on the bed, lifting his head to see Emmrich climbing from the bed, hands working at the buttons of his shirt.

He watched with blown eyes as Emmrich stripped, slowly. He took the time to fold his damn shirt and set it aside, each passing second making Lucanis swear he was going to lose his mind. He could feel Spite's impatience building as well.

"Emmrich," he all he growled, before Spite broke in.

Too. Slow. Fuck us. Now.

Emmrich's mouth curved in a little smirk. "Patience is a virtue, Lucanis. Spite." Still, he didn't force them to sit through the folding of any additional clothes- and Lucanis watched as Emmrich dipped into the jar of oil Lucanis had left on the bedside table, stroking his own erection slowly. "How can I have you, my love?"

Lucanis settled on his back, in the middle of the bed. He liked to see Emmrich when they were intimate. And he very much liked to have access to kiss the man.

Emmrich got back on the bed, between Lucanis's legs, his hand sliding beneath him, grasping the plug. "I almost hate to take this out," he mused, before adding, "I guess I'll simply have to put it back when I'm done."

He eased the plug from Lucanis's body, left it in the sheets, as he braced a hand on one of Lucanis's thighs, easing his legs open, pushing one up so that it lifted his ass.

The moment his cockhead was pressing to Lucanis's hole, the Crow was squirming, wanting more. Still, Emmrich's hand on him seemed to be enough to keep him still as he eased into him, inch by agonizing inch.

When Lucanis's ass was pressed to Emmrich's pelvis, the older man dropped his head down, groaning on his exhale. "Lucanis," he managed, his other hand splaying on his belly as he leaned over him slightly, angling himself better as he pulled his hips back and then thrust forward.

Lucanis tipped his head back, moaning unabashedly, a smile curling on his pretty mouth. Emmrich's hand tightened in his thigh, the feeling of his cool rings pressing into Lucanis's warm skin a dichotomy the Crow would kill for. His hands scrambled along the bed, twisting at the sheets, his cock pulsing a wave of precum onto his belly, further wetting the trail of hair leading to his groin.

Emmrich let his lips part, moaning Lucanis's name, and the assassin arched, whimpering in such a loud, lewd voice it had Emmrich groaning for him.

"I can," Emmrich started, his hand leaving Lucanis's thigh and reaching for his cock. He got his hand around him, managed one stroke, before Lucanis was batting his hand away, fisting his cock himself.

"Grab a hold of me," he panted, and Emmrich was quick to listen- both hands on his toned, dark thighs, rings biting in and making Lucanis push himself down onto Emmrich's cock.

He was embarrassingly close from just getting the plug into himself. But with Emmrich driving into him, looking at him with adoration in those absinthe eyes, with wonder gleaming in their abyss- dead gods, Maker, and everyone in between it was enough to send Lucanis to death.

"Emmrich-" he managed, before the necromancer was leaning over him, bending Lucanis so that when the Crow lifted his head his lover could kiss him. Emmrich's tongue pushed onto his mouth as Lucanis lost all sense of a rhythm in his strokes, desperately fucking his hand until he was moaning around Emmrich's tongue as his orgasm washed over him. Cum splashed up his belly, leaked down over his fingers, as his body rhythmically clenched around Emmrich, pulling him deeper and deeper.

Emmrich stilled inside him, gasping into Lucanis's mouth as the Crow's free hand clutched at his shoulder, blunt nails digging in as he mumbled into Emmrich's mouth to fill him, please please please-

The feeling of Emmrich's orgasm inside him had Lucanis's eyes nearly rolling, his breath hitching at the wet heat that was spreading inside him. He went limp, collapsing back into the pillows, as Emmrich straightened, realized the strain bending Lucanis at the waist must have caused on the Crow.

Not that Lucanis would ever complain.

He whined when Emmrich pulled out, only to gasp, head jolting back and shoulder blades digging into the bed as he felt the metal of the plug- now cool- pressing back into his body.

"Emmrich…what…"

Emmrich hushed him, leaning over and grasping his jaw. "You asked to be full, my dear. I can't allow you to just waste the effort we both put in."

He pecked Lucanis's lips, as Lucanis felt his mind spinning, his body refusing to calm beyond that tight string of arousal he'd felt while waiting for Emmrich.

The necromancer stood from the bed, gloriously naked, and went for their armoire, opening it and removing a deep green silken robe. He slipped it on, tying it, before he headed for the door of their bedroom.

"Don't move darling," he offered, looking back as he gripped the handle. "Let me get your some water. And then perhaps we can give this another shot… "

Emmrich's smile had Lucanis's heart fluttering. He could only nod, and as Emmrich disappeared from their bedroom, he reached between his thighs, pushed at the plug inside him.

How much could be take before Emmrich's cum was leaking out even past the plug? How many times could his necromancer have him before Lucanis was delirious with over stimulation?

How long until he simply fell into oblivion and Spite would be the one writhing beneath Emmrich?

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