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Davrin is used to hunting predators.
That is the biggest part of his calling, to chase those who aren’t used to being chased, who are usually the aggressor, the hunter, until Davrin reverses the roles and gets on their trail. He wouldn’t necessarily say that he’s been hunting Lucanis. All he did was keep an eye on the man because he’s an assassin and, even worse than that, he’s possessed by a demon.
Davrin can’t pinpoint the moment when it turned into something else. Into watching just for the watching’s sake. All he knows is that all of a sudden him and Lucanis were arguing and then they were kissing and Davrin was pinning Lucanis against a wall in that cursed pantry, and the small moan came as a complete surprise with how much it turned him on and how vulnerable it sounded.
“I’m not fucking you on that sorry excuse of a bed”, he panted into Lucanis’ mouth when it happened the first time. Something very curious and unexpected had happened then. Lucanis had blushed. Blushed. Davrin was completely taken aback.
“For someone who mostly sleeps outside you are surprisingly squirmish”, Lucanis had said and pulled away from Davrin. Davrin couldn’t help but feel that he had done something wrong.
“For someone who grew up in a mansion you have surprisingly terrible taste in interior design”, he grumbled and gave Lucanis his space. And then all of a sudden it was over. And that’s how it kept happening. They kissed, more often than not after an argument and then Lucanis would leave Davrin hot and turned on and confused.
Davrin doesn’t want any of the others to find out what they’re doing. It’s no one’s business. He tries not to think about it too much, but he keeps watching Lucanis, eyes trailing him during combat or during dinner or when they’re all sitting in the Lighthouse discussing their next steps.
He never expected to hunt someone so infuriating and he wonders for quite a while whether or not Lucanis does it on purpose just to piss him off, but it doesn’t seem that way. He gets flustered and almost shy every time they kiss, his eyes darting away from Davrin’s face, his body turning inwards as if he’s on edge from being touched.
Davrin won’t force anyone into bed who doesn’t want him. But it’s not like they’re talking about it. So it just sticks to his mind like one of Harding’s failed cooking experiments which Davrin is decidedly not fond of.
He finds himself lying awake at night, staring at the dark ceiling, feeling a sort of annoying tingling sensation on his lips as if the ghost of Lucanis fucking Dellamorte has imprinted himself onto his mouth. Lucanis always seemed as much of a predator as Davrin is, but now Davrin isn’t so sure. Whenever Lucanis flusters and turns away he reminds Davrin more of a halla than anything else.
Maybe he should stop with these stupid hunting metaphors.
He could ask someone else for advice but Davrin would rather chew off his own ankle than admit to any feelings for Lucanis. Feelings.
Damn the Creators.
That’s what this is, isn’t it? “Assan, you have to kill me right now”, he mumbles into the darkness of his own room. Assan makes a quiet, sleepy noise and doesn’t do anything that resembles putting Davrin out of his misery. “Useless feather duster.”
Assan starts snoring and Davrin decides that he needs a distraction from all of this, so the next day he asks Rook to go on a mission with them. Rook looks at him with raised eyebrows but doesn’t say anything else, so Davrin gets his wish and he wades through the muck around Lavendel for six hours, kills at least twenty-seven Darkspawn and then almost dies when they get ambushed by demons.
Just a normal Thursday, really.
Rook shouts at him for roughly fifteen minutes while Bellara does her best to patch him up.
“We probably shouldn’t tell Lucanis, right?”, Bellara says to Rook and Rook massages their temple.
“You know what? I don’t care. Maybe we should. Maybe then Davrin can pull his head out of his butt.”
Davrin is too tired to argue and he has no idea what Lucanis has to do with any of this. It’s been a long time since he’s had any close calls like that, but today he was distracted. Distracted by a certain contract killer who keeps looking at him whenever he thinks Davrin isn’t noticing it.
As they head back to the Eluvian, Davrin has one arm slung around Bellara’s shoulder and one around Rook’s.
“Are you sure you’re feeling alright, Davrin?”, Bellara asks gently.
“Considering that I was almost fried alive I can’t say that I am, no”, he says.
“Oh, I mean… you know. Emotionally.”
“What does a demon have to do with my emotions?”, he asks carefully. For some reason he thinks that this is about Lucanis again, but the two of them have been keeping everything under wraps from the rest of the team. And that bastard is sneaky as fuck.
“I just mean… Um. Rook?”
“I’m not doing this while covered in demon goo, Bellara.”
“Right. Sorry. Nevermind.”
Great. So both Rook and Bellara know, which means that Neve knows because Bellara tells her everything and that also means that Taash knows because they can smell everything which then also means that Harding knows. And now that he thinks about it, Emmrich can hear Spite.
What a nightmare. Davrin almost wishes the demons had actually fried him.
He’s thankful to be deposited in his bed, even though he sure wishes that no one had to see him being half carried around the courtyard. Assan joins him at the foot of the bed while Davrin drifts in and out of sleep for a while. Bellara’s magic is potently doing its work, knitting his wounds together and soothing the burns he suffered on his legs and shoulder.
Davrin does his best not to think too much about Lucanis as he lies in the twilight of the Lighthouse, but his mind is a traitor and keeps drifting over to him. How he smells, how he blushes, how he antagonizes Davrin on purpose but then makes food just the way Davrin likes it, how his brown eyes light up when anyone talks about Wyverns, how he throws himself into danger like a madman on a suicide mission.
Fuck.
When the silence is broken by the tiniest noise over by the window Davrin is out of his bed before his mind is fully caught up—it’s his instincts acting. He’s a light sleeper out of necessity and he always sleeps with a weapon close by. The hunting knife reflects a small sliver of purple light.
“Why’re you sneaking into my room through the window”, he rumbles. It’s definitely Lucanis and not Spite, because his eyes are brown and not purple. The wings are folding themselves behind his back as Davrin pushes him against the wall of his room, knife at his throat. Lucanis doesn’t look scared or shocked which annoys Davrin to no end, but he does look… embarrassed?
Embarrassed at being caught, probably. The Demon of Vyrantium shouldn’t be caught as he tries to sneak into someone’s room.
“The door was locked”, Lucanis says, as if that makes any sense.
“That usually means that someone doesn’t want visitors”, Davrin informs him without taking the knife away from Lucanis’ neck. He watches the bobbing of Lucanis’s throat as he swallows and notes how his eyes dart sideways to avoid Davrin’s gaze. It takes him a ridiculously long moment to note how close they are and that he himself is shirtless. His thigh is pressed between Lucanis’ legs and now he can smell him.
Davrin inhales and Lucanis shudders.
“For a master assassin that was a pretty sloppy job”, Davrin says conversationally despite the fact that he’s already half hard in his pants. He expects Lucanis to come up with a witty retort, just as he always does. What he doesn’t expect is for Lucanis to turn his head away, or for his voice to be very soft.
“I just wanted to see if you were alright.”
Davrin’s heart does something very stupid in his chest. He throws the knife to the side and grabs Lucanis by the collar to pull him forward into a bruising kiss that makes them both groan. The sound coming from Lucanis makes Davrin’s cock twitch in his pants and fuck, maybe this is it. Maybe this is when he finally catches up to his quarry.
He slides his tongue into Lucanis’ mouth and feels Lucanis’ fingers on the back of his neck, holding him close, as if he’s scared that Davrin might reconsider. He’s so far from reconsidering anything and if he’s being truthful to himself has been far away from reconsidering since that very first kiss. If Lucanis hadn’t stopped, Davrin would have fucked him on that stupid cod despite his snarky comment about it.
“Davrin, I—“
“Less talking, more undressing”, Davrin pants into the kiss. Lucanis’ clothes are ridiculous with all those idiotic buckles and straps and pockets, but he finally manages to get Lucanis out of it.
So Davrin got his ass kicked by a bunch of demons and Lucanis—ridiculous, emotionally stunted Lucanis—decided that he wanted to check on Davrin through the window. Like a normal person.
He leans down to suck a bruise into the delicate skin of Lucanis’ throat. Lucanis makes more of those small, breathy sounds that shouldn’t turn Davrin on as much as they do. But fuck, he wants this man so badly.
“Next time you can just ask”, he says and scrapes his teeth over Lucanis’ collarbone. Lucanis is digging his fingers into Davrin’s shoulder so hard that it almost hurts.
“I didn’t—I was—“
Davrin raises his head to look at Lucanis. His pupils are blown wide, his mouth is opened slightly and he looks flushed and flustered just from this, as if they’ve been at it for hours.
“You almost died”, Lucanis finally says.
“Should’ve died at Weisshaupt”, Davrin says. He really doesn’t want to talk about this again. He wants to act, wants to kiss, wants to rip this man’s pants off and finally have him. His skin feels hot with arousal, his wounds and the pain forgotten in the heat of the moment.
“Don’t—do that again”, Lucanis hisses and he almost sounds like Spite when he speaks like this. He grabs Davrin’s face and kisses him again, kisses him hard and hungry and yeah, that’s more like it. Davrin sucks Lucanis’ bottom lip into his mouth and starts pushing at his pants.
“Davrin”, Lucanis rasps.
“Yeah”, he pants as he finally figures out the buckle that holds up Lucanis’ pants.
“I—I’ve never done this before.”
Davrin blinks and looks up again, one hand on Lucanis’ pants, the other on his waist.
“What?”
Lucanis huffs and swallows, eyes darting around like a nervous animal.
“Is that what this is about? You ran away from me ‘cause you were embarrassed for being a virgin?”
“I do not exactly enjoy making myself vulnerable”, Lucanis snarls and pushes Davrin’s hand away from his pants. He’s worried that he fucked it up again, but to his surprise Lucanis just undoes his pants for him and then steps out of them, standing in front of Davrin in nothing but his underwear. “I simply do not—I never… wanted. Not like this.”
Davrin never would have expected this. The Crows have a certain reputation and it’s not like people aren’t swooning over Lucanis when the team is out and about.
But there he is, making himself vulnerable—something that is deadly in his line of work as well as Davrin’s. His heart does another unwanted somersault.
Not like this.
“But you want me”, he says, voice low. “I won’t do this if you don’t—“
There’s another snarl and then Lucanis is on him again.
“Do not coddle me”, he hisses. “I want.”
Davrin can’t remember the last time he was someone’s first.
“You wanna move to the bed for this?”, he asks, going for gentle instead of teasing. It flusters Lucanis all over again, but he doesn’t back down.
“No. Like this”, he says, leaning against the wall and pulling Davrin towards him. Davrin opens his mouth to say something about how that seems ill advised for a first time, but Lucanis stares him down and Davrin wants this too much to argue, so he trusts that Lucanis knows what he needs. Which is stupid, because that man probably never did anything he needed in his entire life.
Davrin wants to say something about vulnerability and that Lucanis can trust him with it, but maybe this is not the kind of relationship they have. Not yet, anyway. Because Davrin will be damned if he doesn’t make this good for Lucanis every single step of the way.
He touches him, both hands roaming over toned muscle and coarse hair, his thumb brushing against one of Lucanis’ nipples. The small touch draws out another aroused gasp as Lucanis tilts his head back against the wall, his eyes falling closed. Davrin takes the opportunity to mouth at his throat again, sucking another dark bruise into Lucanis’ brown skin.
Everyone already knows anyway. And so what, maybe he’s feeling a little territorial.
He raises one hand to put two fingers onto Lucanis’ lips.
“Open up”, he orders. Lucanis’ eyes fly open again and he turns his head slightly to look at Davrin. There’s a moment where Davrin is unsure whether or not Lucanis will obey but then he opens his mouth and takes Davrin’s fingers between his lips. His cheeks turn an even darker shade of red and at the feeling of Lucanis’ tongue swirling around his fingers Davrin’s cock twitches with interest.
Not today, but maybe at some point.
Today is about Lucanis and about vulnerability.
“That’s it”, he praises, voice dipping low. He’s so close to Lucanis that he can feel the other man’s cock twitch against his hip. Davrin can’t help the triumphant rush he feels.
He pulls his fingers back and is thrilled to see Lucanis chase after them, at least until he realizes where Davrin is putting his spit-slicked fingers. Wrapping one hand around Lucanis’ cock, Davrin keeps a close eye on Lucanis’ face. He’s breathing heavily now, eyes fluttering shut again. There’s a complicated expression on his face that makes Davrin pause for a moment.
“Still good?”, he asks and circles the tip of Lucanis’ cock with his thumb.
“Stop asking”, Lucanis says, his voice shaky.
“Not happening. You tell me you want it whenever I ask, or I stop touching you. Understood?”
He tightens his grip a little and watches as Lucanis crumbles.
“Mierda—“
“Understood?”
“Yes, for fuck’s sake!”
“That’s a good boy.”
The reaction is immediate and almost violent. Lucanis reaches for Davrin and makes a choked sound as his hip thrusts forward into the fist that slowly started pumping his leaking cock. Davrin kisses him again, way gentler than he anticipated ever kissing Lucanis and Lucanis comes apart underneath his hands and lips.
Davrin will give him just this for now. He presses as close as he can without having to take his hands off him, kisses Lucanis deeply and hungrily and wraps a hand around his waist to hold him up when he realizes that Lucanis’ legs are shaking.
“Davrin—“, Lucanis whispers, voice ragged and broken.
“I got you. I got you”, he breathes.
Lucanis fumbles with the buckle of Davrin’s pants, but he finally gets it open and pushes his hand into it. Davrin moans softly as he feels calloused fingers wrapping around his cock.
“Fuck”, he whispers and kisses Lucanis again. He can tell that Lucanis is inexperienced, but he’s so incredibly turned on that it doesn’t even matter. Before he knows it they’re more rutting against each other than anything, panting into each other’s mouth and Davrin can feel the pleasure building in his abdomen. His muscles tighten more with each small, desperate sound Lucanis makes.
“I want —I want to make you feel good”, Lucanis whispers urgently against his lips. It makes Davrin chuckle.
“You do. Don’t stop, you’re doing well.”
Lucanis shatters with a small, desperate moan and comes all over Davrin’s hand and against his belly. Davrin has to actually hold his weight up now as he frantically reaches down to continue jerking himself off with Lucanis’ hand because Lucanis is to out of it to continue.
Lucanis is clinging to him like a drowning man and Davrin tries not to think about it too much, not to feel too much because that seems complicated and dangerous, but the truth is that he wants to hold this ridiculous man and not let anything hurt him ever again.
He’s screwed.
“Fuck, fuck”, he pants against the crook of Lucanis’ neck as the tension in his muscles breaks and he comes, too, adding to the mess between them. He strokes himself through his orgasm and breathes Lucanis in deeply. He can’t believe they did that for the first time against a gods damned wall. This man is going to make him go insane.
“Never wanted anyone before, huh?”, he mumbles against Lucanis’ throat and hears an exasperated huff which makes him grin.
“Shut up.”
“I feel flattered.”
“You are the most infuriating man alive”, Lucanis says. Davrin laughs.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He raises his head and looks at Lucanis’ face, searching for regret or discomfort.
“You good?”, he asks.
“Will you stop asking me that? I am going to stab you if you ask again.”
Davrin raises an eyebrow and Lucanis sighs, looking to the side with his cheeks still flushed.
“Yes. I am good. Satisfied now?”
“Oh, very”, Davrin says and he laughs again at the small sputtering sound that comes out of Lucanis’ mouth.
“So. Do I need to run head first into danger every time I want to fuck you?”, he asks and pulls back to find some cloth to wipe himself off with.
“Don’t you dare. I am going to kill you myself if you do that”, Lucanis answers.
“Doesn’t seem like you’ll be very successful. Couldn’t even make it through my window undetected”, Davrin says and winks at him. He enjoys the shade of red that puts on Lucanis’ cheeks.
“You can just ask”, Lucanis finally says.
Davrin ignores the flutter in his chest and grins again.
“I’ll hold you to that.”