Veilguarding - an open post for DAV AU shenanigans

[smartass_captain]

It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it. Masterpost for Dragon Age Veilguard AU overflow + psls

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[smartass_captain]

Illario has indeed won what he was angling for so badly. Intimacy with Lucanis and getting out of writing the reports he had mentioned to James. Illario pets and rousts while Lucanis inks his quill an begins with a list in his own shorthand of what he wishes to include in his report. Smart enough to know that it will be difficult to hold onto thoughts when he is being held in Illario's thrall.

Illario's fingers curl around the heft of his heat and Lucanis squeezes his eyes shut. The man's touch is sinfully pleasant. His wanton mouth followed close behind. Lucanis has to wait for this part to be over. Anything he tried to write while Illario was licking him over like a boiled sweet he'd make a terrible mess out of his reports. Instead Lucanis stares hard down at his own quick scratch of notes, only taking peeks here and there beneath the table where Illario is hard at work.

He's almost surprised that Illario does stop. Holding still with Lucanis hot and full invading his mouth. Sweet Andraste, it feels a delight. Work. Work first, and then he can grip Illario's hair tighter and fuck his sweet mouth.

The scratch of the quill on the parchment soon fills the room. Broken up only by Illario's occasional hum or Lucanis sucking in a breath through his teeth. He throbs for Illario's mouth around him. Leaking precome every so often as another wave of Want courses through Lucanis. But the Crow does not let his desire get the better of him. He is far better trained than that.

[the_other_dellamorte]

Lucanis can work, enjoying a hot, willing mouth around him, inly moving to swallow the pre-come that leaks readily onto his tongue, but otherwise a good little cock warmer, patient for the time he'll be used for his proper purpose.

Lucanis is a fine gentleman, he isn't going to lose composure just for having a mouth wrapped around his cock. They aren't in their teens anymore. But Illario briefly wonders if Lucanis knows, while he was off learning how to kill Magisters, Illario was learning how to breath through his nose so someone coukd fuck his throat?

Probably best not to ask. His cousin probably has some idea, but its not worth discussing. They were schooled to their strengths. Lucanis is a specialist in one thing, Illario in another.

He swallows again, letting himself drift on the bitter-salt taste of come in his mouth, the pleasure he's learnt to take from these moments. Hard abd untouched, doing what's expected of him. Normally, not long after this he either gets the information he needs from his target or completes a kill, so getting some thrill now is only fair.

This time, he gets to enjoy watching Lucanis unravel for him. And that is far more thrilling than completing a contract.

[smartass_captain]

It is incredibly difficult to concentrate on their reports with that warm willing mouth and sinful lips wrapped so securely around Lucanis' cock. Illario has come to enjoy things like this so much more in recent years. Lucanis was reticent about it at first but once he'd seen just how genuinely his beautiful cousin enjoys such things it was easier to adapt to these wants.

Like now. He has enough self control to pen out the correct words because each one gets him closer to completion where he can take what it is his body wants so very badly. He's not ready for the door behind the couch to open back up or for Jim's voice to call out a vague greeting from where he's spied Lucanis sitting in his peripheral vision from over the edge of the book he's already pouring over.

He goes stock still, James' voice dancing electric up his spine and doing Nothing to soften his currently tended to erection. If anything, Lucanis throbs harder for it due to the pretty images Illario had planted in his head. He manages a vague reciprocal greeting in turn around a tight throat willing James not to look too closely as he ambles through with his nose in his book.

He swats Illario's hand away when the man tries to catch Jim's attention. Glares down at him hard. And still if anything he feels wound even tighter. The other door shuts as Jim moves on unaware of the goings on of the others. Lucanis sets his quill aside and glares down at Illario.

"You are impossible." He hisses. His fingers close tight in Illario's dark hair. "Always pushing my patience to its limits..."

[the_other_dellamorte]

Illario is almost drunk with it already: the heavy weight of Lucanis on his tongue, the reduction in oxygen, the wickedness of doing this here where they could be caught... So when the latch of the door clicks open, part of his brain wonders if the Fade listened to his thoughts and they're about to be caught. But more importantly his cousin's cock seems to thicken more, he can't be blamed for his own actions. He almost purrs around the heavy cock, eyes going hazy, but rememebering not to suck like a hungry slut.

Instead he moves, drunk enough that he thinks waving at the Marcher is a good idea. Just enough that Jim might notice, might be invited to join in. But he doesn't notice. Doesn't look up from his book. It must be pornography. Then again, Jim was not brought up to have a Crow's keen observational skills.

Instead he turns his attention back to Lucanis, in time to see a flash in those chocolate brown eyes, and he shifts his head as Lucanis knots his fingers in his hair, letting him get a good grip. He wouldn't be the first man to pull his hair. Won't be the last. But it's unfair to say he's pushed Lucanis' patience. He's hardly pushed at all.

And to prove it, he cheats. His eyelids are half-closed, the lazy, pleased look on his face, and he swallows around Lucanis, letting his mouth tighten on his prick, so firm and full.

But he doesn't answer. Just looks smug, like the cat who got the cream.

[smartass_captain]

Illario looks as though he's been sent to the Maker's side already even before Lucanis gets a firm grip in his silky hair. He'd wanted Jim to see them like this and his stupid suppositions about James' interest in the pair of them...in Illario's suggestion of what it might be like to kiss James himself only has Lucanis throbbing all the more in a very confused arousal. He has not been so uncertain as to where his own needs lay since before he made bedfellows with Illario.

It took him a long time then to realize that his troublesome companion was where his heart truly belonged. Could he imagine sharing it? Sharing his beloved cousin with James Kirk too?

Have they not shared everything else with the Marcher until now? It seems natural to think so. And if it would make James happy. Smile half as pretty as Illario is trying to around his full mouth now? It's about here that Illario swallows and Lucanis goes rigid as a shudder works up his spine. No, no he's not going to get anything else done until he dashes the fire in his veins.

"Tu sarai la mia morte..." He growls out in a voice so heavy with affection and want alike. The grip in Illarioi's hair shifts, pushing him down further onto Lucanis' erection as he begins slowly rocking his hips. "Show me what you can do to me cugino."

[the_other_dellamorte]

Illario is happy to have planted the seed- and he will tend it carefully, knowing how inclined the other half of his heart is to overthinking. Jim has been theirs since he first stepped off that little boat, given to them to look after, to mentor, to teach and protect. He's been theirs to adore, even if he was sent away for schooling, he belongs to them just as Lucanis still belongs to Illario, despite Illario's time spent in Antiva City specialising.

Specialisation that Lucanis is readily enjoying right now, filling Illario's mouth, his senses utterly, and unthinkingly getting Illario close to that place where his mind empties of everything but the cock in his mouth. But not quite there, which means there's that little room left to plan, to scheme. Lucanis will realise he wants this, if given time and the right direction. Jim might need a little more coaxing, but Illario thinks taking him to that party is a good first step. Maybe some pointed drunken gossiping about lovers, maybe some more idle touching. It won't be difficult.

Then Lucanis speaks, and Illario's eyes refocus on him, feeling the wetness gather in his eyes as the head of Lucanis' cock touches the back of his throat, and he hums happily, becoming more attentive with every roll of those strong hips, and he slides his hand forward, just to lightly caress Lucanis' balls still tucked in his clothes.

[smartass_captain]

In the moment there is no one here but Lucanis and he wants very much to see and feel how heavy Illario is within his own trousers for this intimacy they are sharing. But he also wants relief for this molten metal surging through his veins. A possessive curl somewhere below his belly that wishes to growl into ILlario's ear that he is All for Lucanis.

That hum jolts right up his length and makes his fingers tighten.

"Good. Like that--" He urges. His breaths come out heavier, hips shifting that bit quicker with every pass. "Illario..."

[the_other_dellamorte]

Illario will show him, later. But more importantly right now, he wants to Lucanis to lose control of himself. He's so careful, making sure everything is so well thought out, his routine, his training, his words. All of it neat and ordered, done so perfectly in every possible way. This? This can't be thought out, this can't be clean-cut, and Illario loves that. That he can make his cousin such a wreck.

He lets Lucanis fuck his mouth, his throat, loving the feel of him getting closer and closer, turning his blue eyes upward to keep their gaze locked, so Lucanis can see the tears in his eyes, and see his cheeks hollow as he swallows the pre-come leaking into his mouth, and he feels it, feels the orgasm begin in Lucanis' core, and he takes the bull by the horn, pressing himself right down to the root again, so not a drop of Lucanis' seed can escape, his greedy mouth taking all of it, milking him for it all.

[smartass_captain]

When Lucanis comes it's with a full body tremor and a rough gasp. There is still risk of being caught and he cannot allow himself a loud groan no matter how good Illario is making him feel. And then his cousin, the bastardo, has the nerve to hum and Lucanis groans sharply just the once.

He throws his head back and gasps toward the ceiling instead. Riding out the shocks coursing through him until he finally feels as though he has any control over himself once more. His shoulders slump. One hand curls against the back of Illario's neck.

"The job is only half finished, cugino." He rasps out in a voice that is all coarse grit and honey.

[the_other_dellamorte]

As Lucanis comes, he swallows, bobbing his head just to offer that last little bit of sensation, just that lingering warmth as aftershocks go through his beautiful cousin. Lucanis always looks so good like this, so truly relaxed, so absolutely melted into the couch.

When his cousin speaks, sweet and gravelly, Illario doesn't understand exactly. He doesn't try to pull off of him, just keeps right where he is, between Lucanis’ legs. What else does he want? Or does he mean he hasn't finished the reports? Illario isn't about to move, not yet. He can't stay here all day, if Lucanis wants him to.

[smartass_captain]

There's no answer for a long moment. Lucanis takes his time sunk into the couch cushions soaking in the release of tension that Illario's wicked tongue has provided him. It takes seconds for his mind to return to solid ground where he had been floating. Sensation returns and he hisses through his teeth softly for Illario to still be settled between his thighs even after his release.

"I'm going to finish these reports, dear cousin. And you are not going to touch yourself until I do. Capire?"

He wants to be the one to bring Illario to completion. But after he has done his Job and kept them both out of trouble as is his role as the Eldest. He carefully adjusts himself before reaching for the quill and ink once more.

"Sit just there and wait for me."

[the_other_dellamorte]

Illario's mouth remains wrapped around his cousin's softening cock until Lucanis adjusts himself, and Illario makes only a soft sound of protest, but he doesn't argue. He's still floating a little himself on a lack of air, on the bitter tang of Lucanis' seed on his mouth, so when his cousin demands he does not touch himself, he nods and accepts the instruction.

His cheek goes against Lucanis' thigh, warm against him, nuzzling in. It's not sexual, not while he still floats, but as Lucanis' quill scratches on parchment that feeling begins to ebb and his own denied pleasure becomes more and more pressing.

"Luca-" he whines softly, leaning in and snuggling up against the other man again. He's hard, cock straining against the leather of his trousers, and it's maddening. His hands slide up, stroking Lucanis' thighs. "Please. I need you."

[smartass_captain]

Lucanis' left hand reaches down to card through Illario's hair gently while the right continues penning their reports with a deft hand now he's come down from the passionate frenzy Illario had dredged up within him. It is always a shock how Much he feels only when it is Illario's touch against his skin. A hunger he doesn't otherwise know. Pleasure he wouldn't otherwise feel.

Truth be told he is expecting Illario not to be able to wait until he is finished. So it is no surprise when his cousin begins squirming and whining from where he is knelt. He managed a whole paragraph further than he thought he might. Privately, Lucanis is impressed. Outwardly, he gives a soft sigh of exasperation.

"Incorrigible. And what exactly is it you need from me, cugino? Think carefully before you demand. Of where we are and how much time we are likely to be afforded."

LUNCH TIME SPECIAL <3

[the_other_dellamorte]

Lucanis' hair in his hand is like a balm, smoothing the ache in him, helping him keep control of himself even while desire continues to build in him, undeniably inconvenient. He does truly try to resist, although perhaps less so than normal, considering how he'd painted images of both Lucanis and Jim earlier, and now he just can't help himself. He can go a long time without relief if it were a Contract, if the mark was someone who repulsed him. But this is Lucanis and he has almost no self-control when it comes to him.

Almost none. Because that exasperated sigh makes Illario pout up at him, and then the declaration that Illario was about to DEMAND something, like a child having a tantrum.

He doubles down on himself, biting the inside of his cheek and turning his head away, still resting against his cousin's leg, but no longer looking up into his eyes. He doesn't reply in words, not until the flash of copper in his mouth has quelled some of the fire that sits low in his belly. He might not normally have control, but like all Dellamorte, he can be stubborn.

"Only to read them when you have finished. Are you done?"

[smartass_captain]

For Lucanis' efforts, he is mostly Trying to play the part. To do his role in this game he and Illario have played since they came into their own as men. Sometimes he does not realize how much of a resting stern tone he carries though. This is one of those times where if he knew how he came across he would be quite apologetic.

He doesn't. Only knows that Illario pouts up at him in such a familiar way before getting haughty. Stubborn. Trying, Lucanis thinks, to be good and play the game in return.

"Ah. I see." He replies softly. This time he does let a little bit of his impressed tone show. He hadn't expected Illario to be able to hold out this long after all. "I am nearly done and then you may read them to ensure I missed nothing while I...see what you've kept for me."

He's still awkward even after all this time at the talking even if he feels comfortable enough Doing when it is with Illario. He wonders what Illario will ask of him. To be tended to in turn? To have his way with Lucanis in some fashion? Thoughts that excite him as they only ever do when it comes to the man curled up with him.

"I trust your assessment of the character of those we surveyed better than my own after all." He is there to kill a man, but observation of political intelligence gathering? That is more Illario's speciality.

[the_other_dellamorte]

The softer tone does it. Like oil on troubled water, it eases the sulk Illario had slipped into and he turns back to Lucanis and nuzzles into him again, sighing happily to breathe in the warm scent of him, the soap and coffee that lingers on his cousin's skin, and the musk of his orgasm still lingering in the air.

"I will wait." He murmurs, hands stroking down Lucanis' thighs. He can't pretend that he doesn't want to touch him, pet him, feel how warm and alive he is under Illario's fingers. Or lips. "After all, my plan was to drag you to the baths..."

They can clean up from their long journey, they can enjoy each other's skin, he can press himself against Lucanis and grind against his thigh, maybe even take them both in hand and get them off together.

The thought makes him whimper softly, hips rolling forward into nothing and he presses his face into his cousin's leg once again to muffle himself. He doubts he'll be able to read or critique whatever Lucanis writes. And he doesn't care to either.

[smartass_captain]

Lucanis well knows what that will mean. He shivers ever so slightly for the thought but relaxes again soon after to dutifully finish the reports with as much efficiency as he can muster. Illario deserves relief after waiting longer than Lucanis thought he could. Longer than Lucanis himself would enjoy being meant to wait when his cousin is feeling extra teasing in his attentions.

"I am finished cugino. Shall we wash up while the ink dries and read over these after?" Lucanis asks softly. His right hand strokes through Illario's hair while he asks.

"It seems as though we really ought to clean up swiftly."

[the_other_dellamorte]

Swiftly, he says, as if Illario has all the time in the world. He aches to his core, he has been so patient (yes yes, out of stubbornness...) and he hasn't even tried to stand yet before being told they have to finish up quickly. But Lucanis always says they should be quick, shouldn't get caught. He'd much rather be caught by a magister they're meant to assassinate than a servant in their own home.

...Although saying that in his head, perhaps it makes more sense for Lucanis to worry about the servants. If Caterina caught them, the old bitch might have a heart attack, and Illario can't say he'd be overly upset. But Lucanis would probably be traumatised and wouldn't go to bed with him again until at least the funeral.

He groans softly, forcing those thoughts away and trying to ignore the heat that still pools in his belly, the ache in his cock, and try to be elegant as he gets to his feet, although he can't help but whimper.

"Alright. We'll be quick."