A/N : SMUT WARNING, AFTER VIAGO THRE WILL BE SMUT

Chapter 4: Feather touches

Viago stormed through the entrance to his home seeing Elena on the upper staircase with bloodied rags, he took the steps two at a time to reach her, for once ignoring the opulence of his surroundings.

"Elena, where is she!" he demanded, stopping in front of the young maid, his form imposing and angry to hide his concern.

"She is in her room resting Maestro. Señor Vincent healed her injury and set her to sleep" She reassured him. "Señor Vincent has returned to his chambers if you wish to ask on her treatment. She will be sleeping by now."

"Then I will go check on her before speaking to Vincent. Have you seen the First Talon?"

"I have not Maestro, I will inform you if he arrives" She looked puzzled a moment.

"Do not worry, I am sure I know where he is." With that he continued up the staircase deeper into the manor. Passing many rooms that were unused, he paused briefly at the room that used to be his mother's passing a gloved hand over the doorframe as he did so. As he reached the rear of the manor, there another set of stairs that led up to the attic area. To his right was his room, he had never left it to go into the master bedroom when he became head of the house, that had been given the honour to turn into his laboratory to somehow spite Drogove further. Rook had kept her room up in the attic, had chosen it herself many moons ago. She did not care for all the riches, or the room Drogove originally tried to force her into ( which had been his mothers and setting Rook on a higher pedestal then him) She took what normally a servant would be given, out of sight out of mind. She had said once to him when he had been upset about his mother, that the only time she would be above him was to protect him with a quick air strike of a blade. He had found her room a comfort some nights, with them both sitting on her bed, studying under stars and moons outside her window.

He climbed the wooden stairs leading to her rooms, the stark contrast from the marbles and fine oaks that covered the rest of the house giving way to plain wooden stairs and doorways. When he reached her door he didn't bother knocking as if she was sleeping he did not wish to wake her. He just had to see her whole, to calm what heart he had. As the door opened, he saw just what he was expecting, one Lucanis Dellamorte in Rooks bed. He couldn't see Rook as the demons blasted wings where hiding her from his view. Purple eyes opened to regard him.

"Let me see" he spoke softly but with authority in his tone to the demon behind Lucanis's eyes. The demon narrowed his eyes a moment before lifting the spectral wing just enough so Viago could see Rook safely held in their arms.

"Rook Safe, Healed, Go away" Viago was surprised the demon could do soft spoken, he was obviously trying not to wake Rook. The Demon put the wing back, it didn't miss Viago's notice that it purposefully made sure some feathers rested on rooks right hand that was stretched out on the bed towards him. Her fingers closing gently round them.

Viago retreated for now, as much as he hated to admit it. She was in safest place she could be. Closing the door softly he walked down the stairs towards Vincent's rooms, the senior mage would still be up he knew, replacing the potions and tonics he had used on Rook. He knocked but didn't wait for an answering entrance before he pushed the door open. Vincent was sitting at his alchemy table grinding some herbs, from here Viago could tell the mixture was for blood loss.

"Maestro, I wondered how long it would take, though I am surprised the First talon is not breaking down the door" He laughed. Vincent was dressed in long purple mage robes, he had served house Di Riva since he was young though Drogove had been possessive of him. Never letting him leave the manor unless it was on mission with Drogove. The stupid bastard hadn't even given him the Di Riva name. He was always just Vincent until Viago became Fifth Talon and head of his house. The Man was in his mid 60s now, Rook always said he looked like a wizard from those dragon laden fairy tails she loved. As if anyone could ride dragons into battle, silly girl. Vincent had a long salt and pepper beard down to his chest, here and there were braided trinkets in it that Rook herself had put in long ago, Vincent always replaced them.

"Oh he's already here and curled round my sister like a leach" Viago growled, he went over to Vincent's decanter of wine. He poured himself some, then with a gloved hand he reached into a pouch to retrieve a tablet. He dropped it into the wine and waited for a reaction, when he saw none he knew no poison laid within so he took a drink of it before sitting down opposite Vincent. Vincent took no offence at this. Viago was the master of poisons, mainly because when he was young he was terrified of being poisoned. He had been tormented with that threat for years by Drogove, the man even killed Viago's mother with poison then blaming Viago for it. He had thrown himself in to learning all the poisons, even testing some on himself in small amounts so he could build an immunity to them.

Vincent laughed deeply at Viago's comment " Come now young Maestro, do you truly believe our pajarito would let anyone near her that was not worth her heart"

"Hearts can be broken"

"I think you are talking of yourself now"

"Teia is not part of this" Viago waved his gloved hand at Vincent.

"I am not speaking of the seventh talon, I am speaking of the rift between you and Raven. What happened to the unwavering defence you used to give her?" Vincent asked, hands now folded on the table in front of him.

"She prefers Rook these days"

"And who is in part blame for that Fifth Talon? You sent Raven away and Rook returned. You can't make a choice and be angry at the result when you chose it."

"She was the one who betrayed house Di Riva by that silly act of heroism" Viago raised his voice at Vincent, throwing the chalice of wine against the wall.

" Poppycock. Her heart has always been kind, when she had no right to be after what she endured. You are more angry at the ill conceived notion that she betrayed you. Which she would never do. She was not trying to embarrass house Di Riva and you to loose power. All she saw where children like the two of you, who had no one while you had each other. She was trying to be you,you blind fool." Vincent had not lost his temper in years. But now his magic crackled behind his eyes.

"I'll tell you something else Viago Di Riva, when we thought her lost to the fade and returned. You could have gone to her, mended bridges and taken the pain of your loss from her gaze but you did not! One of these days you will loose her forever and this missed reconciliation will fester inside you more than any poison ever could. Now I ask you leave my chambers I have things to replace" Vincent glared at him.

Viago sat there in shock, blinking at the older mage. He swallowed a few times trying to get his throat to work before he spoke.

"How bad was her wound?" his voice was soft, and he looked down at his hand that were now in his lap so he didn't see Vincent's green eyes soften.

"It was deep, from the size I would say an Antaam cleaver. It spilt her shoulder and cut through her clavicle then glanced off her top rib. Her left arm would have been useless after that strike, She must have taken a potion and poured some into the wound to stop the bleeding. When she came here I repaired bone and sinew before knitting the flesh together and encouraging new flesh. It wont scar but she will have some skin discoloration until it settles down and she gets some sun on it."

Viago closed his eyes in pain, he hadn't realised it had been that bad. He wondered if Lucanis knew, Iker would pay for causing this, the stupid whelp. He gave out a long breath and open his eyes to look at Vincent. "Thank you. I won't trouble her tonight and I will think on what you have said"

"That is all I can ask Maestro"

Viago rose from the chair, more weary than he had felt in months. He left Vincent to his potions and wandered to his rooms. Once inside he locked the door and removed his clothes before changing into some softer bed clothes. He crawled under the cover and let out a heavy sigh. Tomorrow he would speak to Rook.

Rook woke to morning sun through her window, she moved her left hand felling a warm chest breathing below it. She was half laying on Lucanis chest as he slept peacefully, she looked up at his face just watching him sleep. The lines from his face had eased, the bags under his eyes faded. She leaned up and pressed a slow kiss to his lips as her left hand travelled down to his black trousers, caressing until she felt a growing hardness against her fingers. She felt him start to return the kiss with a smile as he arched into her hand and groaned in a way that always made her wet.

His arm came around her back to pull her closer, careful of the wound while the other tangled in her hair. She moved her exploring had to his face caressing his beard as the kissed deepened. They stopped for air and just looked at one another.

"I have missed you mi corazón" He purred, hand stroking her spine.

"As I have you my abominación"

Rook placed her lips at his throat, which he readily bared for her. She feathered kisses and nips as she straddled him under the covers. She undid each button slowly revealing his chest, chasing kisses as she went lower. His abs came into view as he groaned at her touch. Soon the patch of dark hair was revealed scattering down the waistband of his trousers. She sat up, her hips over the bulge in his trousers and ground her naked core into him.

"Mierda!" he sat up, the shirt lost in his movement as he went to rip her nightshirt over her head. There she was bared to him, his eyes looked at the wound and trailed a soft finger down it.

"Its Ok" Rook reassured him, pressing close to his naked chest and delighting in the heat of him against her breasts, she cupped his head and kissed him deeply, feeling his hands roam up her back.

He broke the kiss, a hand snaking up to cup her right breast while his lips attacked the left. She moaned, head tipping back as he pleasure her with nips and licks, sucking the nipple into his mouth. She felt her core growing wet,then she felt Lucanis's other hand at her rear urging her up before he trailed a finger down her folds

"Lucanis" she breathed in a gasp as his mouth and right hand never leaving her breast while his fingers tortured her folds before finally she felt his fingers enter her. All that could be heard where the licks and sucks, her wet core and her moaning as he brought her to the edge. His lips left her nipple.

"Come for me mi amor" his sinful voice pushed her over, with a moan of his names and her legs quivering she came. She placed both hands on his chest to stabilise herself as she came down. She looked down as he put his fingers in his mouth to cleanse them of her. Eyes flicking purple for a moment.

she leaned down, kissing him before moving back to untie the cords of his pants letting his member spring free. When she looked up she saw the purple fire in his eyes. She gave his member a quick lick making him snarl.

"Is this what spite wants?"

"Yes Rook Taste us!" Spites voice was heavy as he looked at rook. So she closed her mouth around the impressive member. Her hand dealing with what she couldn't fit. Spite arched hissing as his wings came out, framing him on the bed. They flicked with spectral purple light as his pleasure grew. He writhed a hand going to her hair, he didn't force her but it was more to ground Spite. She worked him, making Spite growl and beg before he yelled her name "Rook!"

Spite came, but no seed filled her mouth nor did Lucanis member become flaccid. She did get a taste of ozone on her tongue. She looked up to see he purple fire fade and Lucanis lust filled brown replace them. She let his member slide slowly from her mouth making Lucanis groan.

"Rook, you will be the death of us both" he gasped.

"Only a little one. Take it Spite enjoyed that"

"You have no idea" he panted, trying to calm his raging heart. Which nearly shot out of his chest when Rook slid him home into her core without warning

"Dios!" the cords on is neck snapped taught as he arched.

Rook began to ride him, his member sliding in and out with delicious friction his hands raised to her breasts as they bounced with her movement. She moaned at the feel him him filling her again and again. With a guttural groan Lucanis hands went to her hips gripping tightly as he stated pounding into her. The power and friction bringing her to the edge "Lucanis!"

They both moaned as they came as one. His hips jerking before burying deep inside her, the feel of his hot seed filling her she collapsed on his heaving chest as his arms came about her.

"Am I dead? I am sure I am dead" Lucanis panted "Not Dead!" Spite shot in his mind "Well that's good to know"

"Spite letting you know you are still among the living?" Rook laughed, sliding so she is beside him.

"Yes, what you do to me. I would be defiantly be happy to die by your hand" he stroked the back of his fingers down her face. " Wasn't hand, was wet warm place" Lucanis choked and coughed at that.

"Do I want to know? Though I have a pretty good idea." Rook got up from the bed and walked to the wardrobe, pulling a purple robe out for herself then another black one for him.

"No, No you do not" he took the offered robe while Rook pulled a rope on one side of the room that would alert the kitchen.

"Well I don't know about you, but I am starving and could use a bath"

"Food sounds good, as much as a bath with you entices me I think Viago will murder me" he laughed sitting back on the side of the bed.

"Don't be silly, I'll send someone to Casa De Dellamorte for some fresh clothes for you. Besides, my brother knows what we get up to...and if he didn't, he does now, as his room is below us. RIGHT VIAGO!"

"Maldito Pajarito" Came shouted from below them

"Mierda" Lucanis put his head in his hands while Spite laughed in his head

A/N

Maestro= Master

Señor= Sir/Mr

Pajarito= Little Bird

Maldito Pajarito= Damned little bird

Abominación= Abomination

mi corazón= My heart

Mierda =Fuck

Dios= God