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Lucanis Dellamorte did not blush.
As far as he was concerned, it simply wasn’t something he did. Other people, sure—people who got flustered, people who got embarrassed easily, people who didn’t know how to control themselves. But Lucanis?
Absolutely not.
And he had told Rook as much.
"Blushing is an involuntary response," Rook had pointed out, standing with his arms crossed, eyebrow raised in challenge. "You're telling me you’ve never blushed?"
Lucanis smirked. "Never."
Rook narrowed his eyes, tilting his head as if considering something. Then, he shrugged. "Oh, really? What if I do this?"
Before Lucanis could react, Rook stepped in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek.
Lucanis blinked.
Rook pulled back slightly, studying him.
Nothing.
Lucanis merely raised an eyebrow. "Cute. But no."
Rook hummed, tapping his chin. "Huh. Alright, how about this?"
He leaned in again, pressing a kiss to the other cheek.
Lucanis exhaled, shaking his head. "Nada."
Rook frowned, but Lucanis could see the gears turning in his mind, see the challenge forming behind his eyes.
Without warning, Rook stepped forward and hugged him, arms looping easily around his waist, holding him close.
Lucanis stiffened—just slightly.
It wasn’t the hug itself that caught him off guard—Rook was surprisingly warm, steady, solid. It was the fact that it was Rook.
Lucanis chuckled, shifting just enough to glance down at him. "Goose eggs."
Rook huffed a dramatic sigh. "Maker, you're insufferable."
Lucanis smirked. "So I’ve been told."
Rook lingered for a moment, fingers curling slightly at the fabric of Lucanis’s shirt. Then, just as Lucanis thought he had finally given up—
Rook moved.
Suddenly, Lucanis found himself being kissed.
And not just a playful, teasing brush of lips like before.
No.
This was firm. This was intentional.
This was Rook’s hands gripping Lucanis’s collar, pulling him in.
This was warm pressure and steady insistence, this was a challenge, and Maker’s breath, Lucanis had not been prepared for it.
For the first time in a long time, Lucanis felt his own thoughts short-circuit.
Then—
Rook pulled away, smirking as if he knew exactly what he’d just done.
"Nothing," he said simply, as if he hadn’t just thrown Lucanis off entirely.
Lucanis swallowed, forcing himself to stay composed.
Rook sighed dramatically. "Well, I tried. I guess I got nothing, too."
Then, with a shrug, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room.
Lucanis just stood there.
Still. Frozen.
And then, after a long moment—
He felt it.
That telltale warmth creeping up the back of his neck, trailing across his ears, burning across his face.
Lucanis clenched his jaw.
"Shit."