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Thanks for the Meal

For @ignoctweek Day 4: First Time

NSFW Rating: Mature Warnings: Noct is a few months away from being eighteen, mutual pining, awkward confessions, angst, oral sex, manipulation, mentions of spying Summary: Noctis somehow manages to convince Ignis to do him a favour.

Auth Note: This was actually one of my first Ignoct plot bunnies. I would’ve liked to come up with something else further along in their relationship for the original prompt, “first time Noctis asks for sex” but had limited time and thought this would do nicely in a pinch. Hope you like! You can check out more of my writing and ideas below.

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Edit: Oops! I somehow scheduled this for a week later than I meant to post it and since it was my last submission for Ignoct Week, I didn’t even notice :’] Sorry about that!

Ever since Noctis had found out (through probably less than legal means) that his advisor also liked men, he'd been consumed by the burning desire to get closer to him.

Physically.

What had started as a little bi-curiosity in his early teens had erupted into full-blown hormones once he had moved into his own apartment. There, he felt he had enough space and privacy to explore a few of his less 'kingly' urges behind closed doors without any fears of the palace employees (or his father) unexpectedly walking in on him.

In the midst of this indulgent process of covert self-discovery, however, Noctis began to realize that the things that turned him on were all kind of familiar...

Button-up sleeves rolled halfway down to the elbows, handjobs in the back of limousines, food play scenarios and countertop sex... Lanky brunets with glasses and smug demeanors getting accosted in the locker rooms... For some reason, everything inexplicably reminded him of Ignis. After a while, he just gave in to the fact that he was deeply attracted to his right-hand man and let his fantasies run wild in the seclusion of his shower every day.

Though originally assumed by his friends to be a very late bloomer, in truth Noctis was itching to jump into bed with someone by now - but not just anybody.

No, he only wanted Ignis.

He couldn't help noticing the improvements to his advisor's physique, having watched his dear childhood friend transform over the years from a precocious glasses-wearing little boy into a 6ft, effortlessly handsome, well-put-together young man. How had that even happened? Puberty had been far less kind to Noctis.

Apart from during his rigorous Crownsguard training sessions, however (which were titillating to observe), Ignis had become even more buttoned-up in recent years, perhaps due to the stress and added expectations of coming of age. Noctis wanted to take him apart until there was nothing holding him back, all evidence of his professional persona cast aside for the sake of relieving a little tension. He longed to know what Ignis would look like as he came undone in private. An intoxicating heat simmered low in his body whenever he thought about his food being prepared by those same hands which the advisor might have used to touch himself in more intimate moods.

To Noctis, it just seemed SO obvious that they should fuck.

There was too much chemistry between them for his lust to be completely one-sided, too many lingering glances and breathless pauses during close-quarters sparring practice for him to tell himself to let it go, that it was all in his head. As much as he looked the part of responsible adult, Ignis was fresh out of adolescence himself, still a teenager if only for one more year. He must have been in need of a sexual outlet just as badly if the untouched vial of personal lubricant hidden away at the very back of his closet was any indication.

And losing his virginity to one of his closest friends, his trusted advisor - Noctis wouldn't have it any other way. There would be no threat of a scandal getting out if he chose to involve himself with Ignis, no potential for some ex-lover he picked up at public school to go rogue and spill all his secrets to the press.

He knew Ignis would be perfectly discreet, he just... couldn't bring himself to confess how he felt yet.

The last thing he wanted was to destroy their closeness, especially as, truth be told, Noctis could barely manage to take care of himself as it was. He couldn't really afford to be rejected if it meant Ignis might stop coming over to look after him and keep him up to date on his princely duties... even worse, if it meant they would stop being friends.

Still, being alone with him was utter torture now. Having Ignis in his own house, just the two of them.. the nearest guard stationed far enough away from the door that he wouldn't be able to hear them even if Noctis yelled. It was a recipe for maddeningly unresolved sexual tension which he had to do his best to conceal with feigned, stony-faced indifference.

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Even so, tonight, the prince had been privately entertaining thoughts of seducing Ignis ever since they'd crossed the threshold. Dropping his bag and shoving him up against the front door for a kiss, cornering his back in the kitchen with one hand on either side of the counter, following him casually into the bathroom - ideas all ignored one after the other even as they kept him from focusing on his schoolwork.

Gorged on yet another delicious meal, Noctis sat back on the sofa with a satisfied sigh and drifted off after dinner, fragments of a sex dream lending a visual component to his imagination as they flashed across his mind's eye.

His visions involved a panting, faintly muscular naked body positioned flatly on top of him, and though he couldn't see the man's face in the darkness, he knew without a doubt it was Ignis. There was the vaguely wet sensation of a mouth on his neck, lips brushing beneath his ear, and then something unbelievably warm and stimulating was stroking him between the legs, arousing such a vivid, pleasurable sensation that he spread them wider and thrust his hips up a bit, hoping for more.

To his disappointment, he was woken up, still hard from his brief nap, by the relentless sound of running tapwater as Ignis began doing the dishes across the room.

The apartment had gotten darker, the last light from the disappearing sunset fading from the sky outside and lending a surreal feeling to the environment. With no television, music, or video games powered on to distract him, Ignis was naturally the focal point of his attention. The dim overhead kitchen lamp imbued his soft, ash brown hair with a soft glow, drawing Noctis's gaze.

Moodily, the prince watched his advisor through half-lidded eyes from his position on the couch as night fell over the crown city. He had not moved an inch since he had awoken except to look down at himself, fidgeting with his demanding erection through the pockets of his school pants so as not to draw Ignis's attention.

He felt so good tonight, and yet so unbelievably frustrated as well. He knew that his advisor, and the best possible cure for what ailed him, would be going home soon, and he'd be left with a handful of political reports and his usual, boring methods of obtaining release. He couldn't stand to be so close to everything he desired and yet so damn far from actually getting it.

Noctis gave a very vocal sigh, which was really something more of a groan, as he sank lower on the couch, parting his knees widely to make himself more comfortable.

The sound finally got Ignis to look up from his work in the kitchen, drying his hands on a dish towel. "Can I help you with something?" he asked, cocking one eyebrow over his glasses as he moved around the counter to fetch his briefcase from beside the coffee table.

Noct exhaled in response. "Phuuuhhh... probably..."

If Ignis noticed the hand both covering and gently massaging at the straining fabric in Noctis's lap, he didn't remark on it. Gathering his vest from the arm of the sofa, he inclined his head slightly. "Is there anything else you needed from me before I take my leave for the night?"

"Yeah, blow me."

Even as he muttered the words so quietly that Ignis couldn't have heard what he said, Noctis winced at his own impudence. Gods, he wished.

"Beg your pardon? Didn't quite catch that, sorry." Ignis watched him blankly while Noctis repositioned himself, then added, when no response was forthcoming, "Highness?"

"I told you to stop calling me stuff like that," Noctis said exasperatedly, not meeting his eyes. It still felt like he was dreaming as he reached out and patted the seat next to him. "C'mere.."

"Sorry. Noct," Ignis complied. Setting his things back down, he hesitantly lowered himself onto the sofa beside the prince and hitched up the tops of his trouser legs slightly. "Has something been bothering you..?" It was with great effort that he resisted the habit of adding an honorific title to the end of his sentence the way he'd been raised to do.

"No, it's not like-... well, yeah I guess you could say that."

If you only knew.

Ignis was searching his face with pale green eyes, concerned and curious. "What is it? Your highness- Noct." He turned toward his royal charge and placed a hand earnestly on his knee. "Please. I hope you know your confidences are safe with me. Anything you have to say will be kept a secret from all but me if you wish it. You have my word."

Noctis swallowed. "Even from my father?"

Ignis pursed his lips.

Technically against the law but, "If I must."

"Of course I know that, Specs," Noctis suddenly laughed, shoving playfully against his attendant's shoulder. Leave it to Ignis to make everything out to be so serious. "We're friends, after all. I don't need you to keep telling me that after all this time."

Ignis cleared his throat a little. "Glad to hear it," he replied. "Now, what's the matter? Bad dreams?" he added softly.

Noctis blushed, wondering if he had been moaning audibly while he dozed off in front of Ignis. "Uh, no, it's not that.. I'm just..."

He wasn't sure if he even wanted to take this any farther tonight, after that little heartfelt confession from Ignis, but then he caught a glimpse of the other man's exposed skin just below his unbuttoned shirt collar. His cock still ached, almost painfully swollen under his hand, and he was tempted to bury his face in his advisor's neck.

Noctis found himself leaning forward as if he was actually going to do it, then groaned and restrained himself just far enough away to be at a comfortable speaking distance.

"Yes?" Ignis prompted, tilting his head back slightly to continue meeting the prince's lascivious gaze with some puzzlement at the new angle.

Officially beyond caring if he ruined the moment, Noctis dipped his head in closer, murmuring against his ear.

"I've just been really... in the mood lately."

Ignis stared down at the prince's lap, wide-eyed with shock, as Noctis pulled out his cock and rubbed it twice firmly in the open air. Then, raising his fist to cover his mouth, his advisor suddenly erupted into a fit of embarrassed laughter, turning his head away to hide the way his cheeks were reddening.

"You got me," Ignis said easily, once he had recovered from his nervous chuckling. Habitually resting his arm on the back of the couch so as not to twist his neck too far, he glanced out the balcony window behind them to make absolutely sure no one could see in. "I thought we were about to discuss something serious."

"I am," Noctis argued, somewhat offended. "Deadly serious. Look." He waved his engorged member at Ignis to make his point.

"Yes, I saw that," said Ignis with a tone of tolerant amusement, even as he avoided looking directly at it. "Well then. I suppose I'll get out of your way."

As he made to stand and reached for the blinds to draw them shut for the prince's privacy, however, Noctis suddenly grabbed his arm and clutched desperately at the front of his shirt, holding him in place with one knee on the couch.

"No, wait. Stop. Don't go..."

Ignis stared down at him from this new vantage point, hovering over his royal charge whom he had inadvertently cornered against the back of the sofa, and a ripple of arousal darted through them both.

"I was actually kind of hoping... you would help me do something about it," Noctis admitted in a low mumble, gazing off just past Ignis's midriff as if he wasn't fully present. His cock stood at attention between them, still hard as ever, even as the tension in the room grew almost palpable.

It took his advisor a moment to react.

"Did I put too much sake in your salmon stir-fry?" Ignis whispered hoarsely, as if he were afraid to move a single muscle, even to speak.

"What?" Noctis was taken aback, then paused to consider the ramifications. "Maybe?" That might explain why he was so unable to resist his baser urges tonight, but then, "No," he protested, shaking his head. He knew what he was doing.

"That's right, I remember.. I decided not to use it after all," Ignis murmured thoughtfully. His eyes were focused intently on Noct's as if peering into his mind for answers. Finding none, his expression changed abruptly. "Then what is this about, Highness?" he asked more firmly, his brows threatening to lower into the hard line of a scowl.

Uh oh. His spontaneous seduction effort wasn't going well.

"I-I've been thinking about this for a while and," Noctis swallowed uncomfortably, "I really want to.. uh, y'know.."

Spend the rest of our lives doing it? Nah, he had to bring it up way more casually than that. Things that were normal for teenage boys to want to do - damn, what was the fancy word for try some stuff irl?

"Ex..periment..... with you," he finished weakly.

He cringed at himself as Ignis stood up to his full height and crossed his arms, a tower of disapproval. That probably hadn't been the best way to say it at all, actually. He wished his dick wasn't out in the open. Noctis covered it with one hand and blushed furiously.

"That would be completely inappropriate, and you're already crossing the line as it is," Ignis replied with unexpected vehemence in contrast to his earlier understanding tone. "However much you might like to pretend otherwise, at the end of the day you are still the prince and as such there is a proper code of conduct by which your employees must abide at all times."

Crossing back over to the kitchen, Ignis continued brusquely, almost in the same breath, "I assure you, having read the handbook myself several times, accepting solicitations for sexual favours, wasn't included on the list."

"Solicitating- wha?" His mouth gaped open slightly; Noctis wasn't used to hearing his friend speak so harshly. "But, wait.. Iggy, you just said a minute ago-"

"I was offering you my ear, not my body," Ignis said in retort, locating his forgotten vest and briefcase next to the coffee table. "Just what kind of attendant do you take me for?"

"Ignis, that's not what I-" Noctis struggled to keep up in his hunt for the right words. "I just thought-.. we were.. I want you to be more than that." He tried to relay the true depth of his feelings through the significance in his voice, but the nuance was lost in the argument.

"Yes, well, that wasn't in my job description," said Ignis curtly. Having donned his vest in a flurry of buttons and agitated fingers, he picked up his briefcase and turned to leave.

Contrary to the tears forming in his dark blue eyes, Noctis felt a sudden flare-up of anger. "What, are you really that put off by the thought of being with m- of messing around with me?" he demanded, his voice taking on a low, rough quality that somehow managed to be louder than his normal speaking voice. "Not even the damn prince good enough for you, is that it?"

Though he had barely moved, Ignis stopped where he was and stood still. His shoulders slowly seemed to deflate as he looked down at the floor.

"Of course not," he said quietly, after a long hesitation. "It's so much more complicated than that." Another moment passed in which he gazed into nothingness, before snapping back to reality with a brisk comment. "I won't burden you with the details. Suffice it to say that 'messing around' is well outside the bounds of our professional relationship."

He took a step toward the hall before pausing again.

"Perhaps it would be best if we took some time apart until whatever has gotten into you has sorted itself out," Ignis suggested, in the same crisp tone of voice he used when Noctis wouldn't eat his vegetables. "I'll ask if Cor can pick you up tomorrow."

"No!" Noctis lunged forward to grab hold of Ignis before he could leave but his advisor had already stepped beyond his reach. "Ignis, at least hear me out. Nobody has to know!"

The other man had already strode halfway across the room and gave no response. Noctis felt another surge of anger; he wouldn't have been surprised if his eyes had flashed bright red.

"Would you rather I picked someone up at school? Started fucking random classmates?" Noctis challenged him loudly. "Maybe get somebody pregnant? How's that for royal protocol?"

Ignis halted in his tracks and turned around slowly. "If this is a joke, you've officially taken it too far," he warned coldly, pushing his glasses up a centimeter. "Surely you know what disastrous consequences would be awaiting such-"

"Wouldn't have to worry about any of that if it was just you and me hooking up instead." Adopting a rather sultry tone of voice, Noctis lifted himself off the couch to stand in front of the coffee table and tucked his manhood away so that he could spread his arms wide mockingly. There was no doubt that Ignis had seen it this time, unable to draw his eyes away before Noctis noticed his lingering gaze. "You sure you don't want to give it a try? Just this once?"

"Positive," Ignis replied with a dry tongue, but he swallowed, his eyes glued to a spot on the floor and his composure faltering.

"No illegitimate heirs, no bad publicity-"

"If we were found together, there would be a scandal-" Ignis began, pursing his lips to argue. Instead, he decided to quit while he was ahead, and turned to flee the conversation on that note, heading for the front door.

"But I know you better than that, Iggy," the prince continued, interrupting. "I know you'd never let anyone find out. Your privacy is even more sacred than mine, remember? I told you, I've given this a lot of thought, and I don't trust anybody like I trust you."

Ignis came to another slow stop just before entering the hall where he would have disappeared from view, almost a silhouette in the dim lamplight. Taking in his defeated posture, Noctis's heart skipped a beat and jumped ahead rapidly.

"Ignis. Please," he added, willing his encouragement to do the trick. "Consider it. I want-" Noctis swallowed, nervous to try again, "I want... to be touched by you."

No response. Ignis didn't move except to lower his head, closing his eyes with a shallow sort of half-sigh. Then, all of a sudden, in one swift movement, he turned on his heel and made his way quickly back toward the sofa.

Dropping his briefcase to the floor with a careless thud, Ignis clapped a hand firmly onto Noctis's shoulder...

And began exerting enough downward pressure to make him sink gradually toward the couch cushions.

Was this...? Had he changed his mind?

"What- are you- for serious?" Noctis blurted out.

"When am I ever not?"

Meeting his gaze evenly with no change in his stolid expression, Ignis pushed against the prince's chest with his other hand to shove him gently back down onto the sofa. He followed suit by kneeling on the carpet in front of him, prying Noct's legs open wider for himself to fit between.

"Just this once," he cautioned, even as he was pulling Noctis free from his trousers, "and you're never to breathe a word of this to anyone under any circumstances."

"Yeah, fine," Noctis agreed breathlessly, lifting his shirt out of the way and squirming to get more comfortable. "Of course. Thanks.." He stilled himself for a moment to be able to feel Ignis's hands on his dick in utmost possible detail, even holding his breath for a couple seconds.

Now he really felt like he must still be dreaming.

Ignis hesitantly stroked him a few times, gazing down at his cock with such a keen, perceptive eye that Noctis almost felt uncomfortable, like he was inspecting it for weaknesses and would write him a report on it later. When the advisor looked up, his eyes were darker, pupils stretched wide enough that the pale green which surrounded them was reduced to a shrunken ring in comparison.

"Are you sure this is really what you want?” Ignis confirmed lowly. “You've gone a bit soft..."

Noctis shifted and glanced away, embarrassed. "Yeah, from being yelled at.."

"Forgive me," Ignis murmured. His cheeks tinged with pink, he unexpectedly pushed his face into Noctis's lap. The prince tried to repress a pleasurable shudder as the advisor nuzzled his dick; his hand jumped up to hover briefly over Ignis's hair before he pulled away, nose dragging along Noct's sensitive skin. His breath was warm. "I realize I'm being harsh. What you're going through is only natural.. I'm well aware of what it's like."

"What what's like?" Noctis asked with a hungered curiosity, even as he watched Ignis part and pull at his trousers to give himself full access.

Instead of answering what he felt was a blatantly obvious question, Ignis adjusted the positioning of his knees on the carpet to make himself more comfortable and lifted Noctis's flaccid member to the level of his mouth. Tentatively, he swallowed, licked his lips, and, closing his eyes, extended his warm, wet tongue to lap softly at the underside.

Noctis jerked his hips back with a rough exhale, startling the man between his legs. Ignis looked up at him seriously, searching his eyes.

"What is it?"

"Nothing, I'm just-.. wasn't expecting it." Reduced to hushed panting, Noctis asked the foremost question on his mind. "Are you really going to suck me off? Like... all the way?"

Ignis sat back on his heels and glared up at him, nudging his glasses back into place again. "Having second thoughts now, are we? This is what you had in mind for me to do with you earlier, was it not?"

"Yeah, yeah.. Sorry." Noctis urged him back in closer, corralling him with his ankles, and pushed his now semi-hard cock against his advisor's thinly pouting lips once more, leaving a dab of precum at the corner of his mouth. The message was clear: enough talking. "I just didn't think you would actually want to.. go that far."

In all honesty, he probably would have been satisfied (at least for now) if Ignis had merely held him in his hands for a couple of minutes, maybe played with him a bit until he was close, but he was afraid to confess as much in case Ignis decided to stop.

"Be careful what you wish for, Highness." Smirking wryly, Ignis knocked his hand away and took back control, seizing Noct by the loosened waistband of his trousers and yanking him closer to the edge of the sofa as he abruptly went down on him.

If not for the tremendous spike in his arousal from Ignis putting aside their roles and taking even that little bit of initiative, Noctis would have been embarrassed by the noise that came out of his mouth. As it was, it felt so good he could barely hear himself.

"Oh, fuck." Noctis sucked in breath quietly as his attendant's mouth enveloped him in warmth and slowly sank further down his shaft with each bob of his head, until he soon felt the tip of his cock brushing against the soft membranes at the back of his throat.

Too far down to scold him verbally, Ignis reached up and slapped Noctis lightly on the arm for letting out such an unprincely profanity. His only response was to wrap his hand in Ignis's hair more tightly and lean back against the sofa so that he had enough leverage to push up his hips, moaning. The advisor made a muffled noise in return, unable to stop himself from humming gently, and the process repeated itself, with Ignis methodically changing the pace and swirling his tongue around the head in between dives.

While he would never in his life admit to something so indecent, Ignis greatly savoured the salty taste of Noct's skin. The strong smell of his unwashed sex mingling with his own saliva excited him, along with his hitched breathing and any other small, lewd noise his tongue could elicit.

He would have liked to take his time bringing Noctis to orgasm but the inexperienced prince was too easily overcome by the slick, velvety sensations at the back of his mouth to last much longer. Glancing up at him every so often to make sure he was enjoying the service, Ignis caught him struggling to keep his eyes open to watch him work in beautiful, ecstatic disbelief.

“Ignis,” Noct whispered encouragingly. “Feels so good... I think ... I’m gonna cum.”

One final dip into the far back of Ignis's throat and Noctis gave a prolonged groan, wrapping his arms tightly around his attendant's shoulders and neck to pull him closer, heels digging into the back of his legs as he bent double, folding in half over top of him. To be so surrounded with Noctis on all sides was just a bit suffocating - his glasses getting pushed askew, Ignis choked and the spasm of throat muscles sent Noctis over the edge even as he attempted to withdraw for his advisor's comfort.

His cheeks burned faintly pink again as Noctis held his head firmly in place on the end of his cock, moaning while his fluids shot into his advisor's mouth. Ignis made no attempt to stifle the jerking of his hips, though his eyes were sharp at being used in such a manner as he waited out the entirety of Noct's release.

In the low lighting, the look of intense focus on the prince’s face was exquisite.

For once, though, he had not thought this far ahead. Unsure what to do with the ejaculate collecting on his tongue, Ignis held it in his mouth while he ran through his options in a panic. On the one hand, consuming the essence of a Lucian prince felt like it would be particularly sinful, a blessing not meant for him perhaps, but on the other, he certainly couldn't just open his mouth and let it drool back out of him onto Noctis's lap either - and running for the bathroom to dispose of his load immediately after accepting it would probably be insulting. No amount of etiquette lessons could have prepared him for this.

Ignis realized his lapse in attention while he pondered his internal dilemma had attracted an audience; Noctis was watching him lazily from his post-orgasmic haze, his dick shrinking back to its usual size. He reached out his hand with a fascinated kind of curiosity and pressed his thumb into Ignis's bottom lip in an unspoken bid for him to open his mouth, desiring to see its contents, but Ignis resisted, turning his head slightly to the side.

"You don't have to swallow," Noctis mumbled hoarsely, embarrassed.

With his permission, Ignis fumbled for one of the napkins on the coffee table left over from dinner and faced away from the prince to spit discreetly into its centre before folding it over twice neatly. He didn't dare sneak a peek at what he had coaxed forth from Noctis's loins.

"Excuse me," he muttered, as he got to his feet and headed toward the bathroom. His head was still spinning from a lack of oxygen.

“M’kay..”

Predictably, adrift in the afterglow and replaying the scene in his mind, Noctis's eyes had already blissfully drifted closed before he even reached the door.

Shutting it firmly behind himself, Ignis tossed the soiled napkin into the wastebin and started running the water in the sink. He cupped his hands under the flow and raised them to his lips once they were full, his aim to cleanse any evidence of the prince’s sperm from his mouth. While he was at it, he splashed his face in the hopes of regaining some clarity (and to distract himself from the slight tent in his own pants).

His hands were trembling as he braced them against the counter, gripping either side of the sink. He breathed deeply while he took a long moment to himself to assess the gravity of the situation. Though unable to see clearly through the stray droplets on his fogged glasses, Ignis looked up at his reflection in the mirror nonetheless.

You just blew the crown prince of Lucis.

What was he thinking?

He had wanted something like this for a very long time, but for it to happen the way it did- well, he supposed it didn't matter. He had kept his distance all this time despite his own desires for a reason. As of right now, it was impossible for them to be together. There was no sense in being upset that he hadn’t been able to woo the prince in a less crude, more romantic fashion.

Even to indulge in a physical relationship like the one Noctis apparently wanted for the sake of being physical was out of the question. Ignis was a very jealous person at heart. He had to remain impartial and reserved for his position as advisor to have any meaning, particularly when the time came for the prince to marry and produce another heir.

He mustn't let this continue.

His long-term resolve restored, Ignis forbade himself to touch the ache in his trousers lest it refused to go away on its own, cleaned his glasses, and strode out of the bathroom in a matter of minutes.

"That should not still be out on display," Ignis remarked pointedly as he collected his briefcase and walked right past Noctis toward the front hall.

"It's my apartment," the prince muttered in complaint, though he stirred to tuck himself back into his school pants.

"Please remember to change your clothes before you go to bed," Ignis chided out of habit, "and try not to fall asleep on the sofa, it's bad for your back."

"You're leaving?"

Ignis turned at the entrance to the hall, scrutinizing the disappointment on Noct's face from a distance with a keen eye.

"Yes. This won't happen again," he said shortly. "Don't forget, we have an appointment with your driving instructor tomorrow at 3 pm."

And with that, he left.

Noctis smirked, rubbing at the small patch of drool Ignis had unknowingly left on the fly of his trousers.

It had already happened once. It couldn't be that hard to make sure it happened again.

After all, Ignis had just marked all of his own weak spots.

#ignoct #ignoctweek #Noctis Lucis Caelum #Ignis Scientia #FFXV fanfic

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retrosedes-writing · 8 years ago

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Hey @ignoctweek I unfortunately had a lot going on this past week and didn’t realize one of my fics never got posted. Is it much too late for it to be accepted?

#answered - thank you!

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retrosedes-writing · 8 years ago

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Honestly I loved your day 3 story so much, I was disappointed that there wasn't more. It would make such a good start to a series. Hopefully you consider making it longer! It was amazing ❤️❤️❤️

Ahhh, I’m glad you liked it! Thanks so much, what a lovely compliment ♡

Day 3 was definitely just a one-shot for ignoct week but most of my fics are in a similar vein if forbidden mutual pining is your thing. Another one was supposed to go up for Day 4′s “First Time” prompt but I’m not quite sure what happened to it! There’s also a list of potential future works on my blog if you’re interested.

#chocobo-baby #sorry for the delay in my response I've been very busy aaa

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retrosedes-writing · 8 years ago

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@crossedquills reblogged Taking Chances and added:

Oh this was a pleasure to read. I actually took a crack at this prompt myself but it just didn’t flow as well as I’d hoped. But this? 👍👏 nicely done.

Hey, thanks! I’m glad you liked it 👍

#crossedquills #for some reason I can't remove the original post when trying to reblog just the comments on my fics anymore?#why does tumblr hate its userbase pfffft

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retrosedes-writing · 8 years ago

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Taking Chances (Preview)

@ignoctweek Day 3: Sleep

NSFW Rating: Mature Warnings: unconsenting, somnophilia, voyeurism, graphic descriptions of body parts and sexual activity Summary: While their feelings are technically mutual, Ignis is very insistent that they maintain a respectful distance from each other at all times. Noctis and his hormones are frustrated by this constant rejection. When he stumbles across his advisor in a state of unconsciousness, he decides it couldn’t hurt to take a quick peek at something he’s been curious about for a while.

Thanks @crossedquills for submitting the prompt that inspired this fic! I know you probably had Noct in mind for the subject of a somnophilia kink but I thought it would be fun to turn the tables ;o)

It was a rare thing to find the prince's royal advisor taking a nap. Especially if you were the prince himself.

Ignis was usually so focused on work, poring over various Crownsguard files and lecturing the prince on their contents, his finely-shaped eyebrows furrowed to the point that any trace of them had disappeared under the thin frames of his glasses, that to find him with such an open and unguarded expression was quite the treat.

He had fallen asleep propped up in his richly upholstered office chair, his neck crooked to one side at a slightly awkward angle which exposed his larynx more prominently. His arms were crossed over his ribs as if he had dozed off in the midst of thinking deeply. Knowing Ignis, he probably had.

His eyes moved further down his advisor’s face, drinking in his handsome features while he had the opportunity to stare without being caught. His skin looked soft and well-cared for, his pores healthy and mostly unblemished, populated with the odd couple of freckles or a beauty mark here and there. And lower still, at his mouth…

The sight of his parted open lips ...

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Star Crossed Part 2

For Ignoct Week, Day 1: Falling in Love

Rating: General, fluff Warnings: The Slowest Burn in Existence Summary: First Meeting

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Ignis had already reached his sixth birthday by the time little Noctis Lucis Caelum was ready for his guidance. Having heard several rumours about the young heir apparent's rebellious disposition and penchant for misbehaving, he was a bundle of nerves about being properly introduced for the first time.

What if the future king didn't like him? If he refused to listen to what Ignis had to say? What if he was even smarter, rendering his position useless?

Entering the nursery suite with his uncle at his side, he was immediately taken aback by the sight before him.

King Regis was kneeling beside a rather average-looking little boy, clasping his small hands in his own and quietly murmuring to him with a kind smile hiding underneath his neatly trimmed beard.

Surely this was not his son, the prince? Noctis was barely younger than Ignis himself, only a couple years separating them at most, but this scrawny toddler with shocks of coal black hair partially covering his eyes was somehow not what he had been expecting.

"Your Majesty." His uncle bent at the waist to announce their presence and the King quickly got to his feet to welcome them with open arms, giving Noctis a little nudge to scoot off the chaise longue as he did so.

With his father's hands on both shoulders, the boy was shepherded around his long legs to stand reluctantly in front of his guests, giving Ignis a closer look at his pale, round face. His expression was somewhat forlorn, his gaze filled with a sort of compelling innocence, and his eyes were very blue, like the last remaining light of the night sky after the sun had long since disappeared below the horizon.

"Are you excited to meet your new playmate?"

Ignis bowed uncertainly, slightly worried about colliding with the prince's head as Noctis was just that much shorter than him.

"Shake his hand, son," King Regis instructed Noctis gently.

To be greeted as an equal rather than as a subject caught Ignis off-guard yet again but nevertheless he extended his hand to Noctis as he'd been taught. After a brief hesitation, the boy hastily grabbed his hand and shook only the very tips of his fingers, then looked back to his father for further guidance. Completely unsure how to react, Ignis followed suit, staring unblinkingly up at his uncle through the big, round lenses of his glasses.

King Regis chuckled good-naturedly. "You'll have to forgive him, he's yet to do this before. Still so much to learn. Like this, Noctis," he said, winking at his son. "Mr. Scientia and I will give you an example of how it's done."

Ignis watched as the King graciously shook his uncle's hand. He then looked curiously back at Noctis as the prince's soft, warm palm shifted slightly upwards to wrap around his own. The boy seemed to be blushing; an embarrassed rosy pink had developed and spread across his cheeks. Looking away to one side, he staunchly avoided eye contact and stowed his hand into the pocket of his shorts.

It was at that moment that Ignis realized he was shaking hands with a boy like any other, just another little kid already being groomed for the trappings of high society like himself. He was a child from an important bloodline, certainly, but he was real nonetheless.

"Good job, Noctis!" Regis applauded them warmly. "I hope you'll do your best to become friends. Why don't you start by showing Ignis your new toys over there?"

They were led by the hand to the corner of the room where a considerable array of children's playthings lay scattered around a large custom playmat depicting what was probably a highly inaccurate cartoon version of Insomnia, complete with the Citadel at the centre, and then left to their own devices while the adults conversed with each other at a slight distance.

Feeling distinctly older than his own age, Ignis settled down beside the quilted map and tried to pay dutiful attention while Noctis shyly presented him with his favourite toys.

He fidgeted with a cactuar figure wearing a chef's hat and driving a small shiny red car which he had immediately grown partial to while he politely observed Noctis in action, looking on as the young prince began to lose himself in his own imagination. Eventually he joined in and together, they pushed life-like toy trucks along gentle fabric roadways, crashed miniature convertibles into piles of multi-coloured building blocks and launched off makeshift bridges Noctis had constructed out of books clearly borrowed from his father's study.

Yet despite having another boy from his own age group to play with, the tiny successor to the throne seemed more enamoured by his father's presence than anything else. He kept looking over at the adults and frequently toddled back over to them to deposit his toys in the king's lap instead, seeking his attention and approval before being kindly redirected back to the play corner where Ignis was waiting.

Soon enough, however, there was a knock on the door and another grown man poked his head in. "Your Majesty, the delegates are-"

"Growing impatient, I'm sure," King Regis supplied, standing with the intent to depart and heaving a sigh. "Tell them I'll be right with them momentarily. Ancilla," he asked of one of the nursemaids hovering nearby. "Please, watch over my son."

His uncle left them a few minutes later as well, giving them over to the care of the prince's governess and nursing staff for a couple of hours. For the most part, the women let them be and gossiped among themselves around the corner so their hushed voices wouldn't carry to the ears of the children, trusting Ignis to prevent Noctis from doing anything drastic.

Surprisingly, much of the young heir's bashfulness quickly disappeared after his father had exited the room. He regarded his new playmate with much more interest and open curiosity even as he largely ignored him to tug a variety of realistic, detailed rubber fishes out of a toy aquarium by the magnetic hooks in their mouths, lining them all up in a row to compare each catch with the kid-friendly depictions in the accompanying species identification booklet. His future advisor picked idly at the carpet fibers and refrained from interrupting.

The longer he watched Noctis, the more he thought there was definitely something special about him, immersed somewhere in the cerulean depths of those eyes perhaps, but Ignis couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly.

Nevertheless, he felt somewhat awed at finally being in the presence of the prince he was preparing to serve for the rest of his life. The boy sitting beside him was at once so much more and so much less than he'd been expecting; his pale green eyes were wide and his heart was open, because Ignis too was just a child then.

And then Noctis experimentally tried to put one of the toy fishes into his mouth, causing Ignis to panic and grab it away from him before he could swallow it and die. He picked his nose while his governess was looking the other way, because that's just what little kids do, and Ignis quickly felt his preconceived notions of divine royalty come crashing down around him.

Not that he told him to stop. No, he merely chose to look the other way awkwardly. Someday, Ignis would do a fine job of growing out of his apprehension for scolding the prince of Insomnia, telling him what to do or not do, but today was not that day.

Once he had gotten over his shock that the inheritor of the power of kings was in fact just a normal toddler as equally clueless and awkward in private as he was (perhaps moreso), Ignis gradually came to terms with the fact that his position was also currently lesser than what he'd been promised. The talents he had been training to possess later on in life weren't necessary just yet, so instead, he was essentially brought in early to help with what was really just... glorified babysitting.

He held the prince's hand and took him to the lavatory when he needed a restroom break, called for the nurse when he got sick, and encouraged Noctis to pay attention during lessons as the younger boy had a great tendency to doze off. Most importantly, Ignis tried his best to keep Noctis out of trouble, something which his petite royal highness was very good at getting into when he thought no one was looking.

Not that he minded at all. Ignis gained a new appreciation seemingly every day for the fact that his lifelong "occupation" was a real, living, breathing human being like himself, capable of holding interesting conversations and independent thoughts (be they limited to the topics and questions that would typically occur to a very young boy). His loneliness at being "abandoned" by his parents for an existence of perpetual servitude to the crown had all since evaporated.

As the two steadily grew older together, side by side, it was inevitable that they became friends.

Noctis was not as an aloof a prince as he appeared to be at first glance; it seemed he merely took a while to warm up to people, especially people who occasionally had to tell him what to do "because of the rules." But when left alone together, as one of the few boys his age in the vicinity, Ignis was always his first choice for a partner in misadventure.

It didn't matter that he was technically intended to be a sort of attendant, like his uncle Mr Scientia but significantly smaller, because the adults were simply no fun at hide-and-seek or playing Hunters and Daemons and could not be enticed to co-op video games with him either (not that Ignis was much better at them).

He didn't take it personally that Ignis always insisted he tell an adult member of staff where he was hiding just in case he couldn't be found after a set time had passed, and remained in bright spirits even when the young advisor-in-training tried to put a stop to his more boisterous shenanigans.

Of course, to keep the spirit of their friendship alive, Ignis had to compromise his duties now and then... He didn't always say no. Sometimes, he didn't really have much a choice, as Noctis would merely shrug and say, "You're not the boss of me. I'm the prince."

He had a point.

Ignis learned to choose his battles wisely. If he didn't see any real harm in the prince's ventures, he joined in just to keep a trained eye on the situation and sometimes even off-handedly brought a couple of well-chosen books along as well, in the vain hope that he could maybe convince Noctis to study on the go. This rarely worked, though the younger boy did seem to develop a liking for one book in particular, which depicted many beautiful illustrations of the various constellations and explained the cosmogony behind them. Even if he could barely read (and didn't like to try because learning was hard), he obviously enjoyed the pictures.

An unfortunate side effect of this was that it increased the prince's desire for a nighttime escapade tenfold.

Ignis often slept over by request and every other week it seemed he was woken by Noctis tugging on his sleeve to let him know he was hungry and sneaking out of his rooms to find the kitchens, or (to his utter panic) trying to climb out the upper part of the window with the intent of accessing the purely ornamental balustrade that lined the outer walls of the Citadel.

"How did you even get up there?!"

"I dunno, I threw something at the window to try and get it to open and then I was on top of it."

"Please get down."

For Ignis, following the king's wayward son out into the darkened, empty halls of the palace was quite the stressful ordeal - where Noctis could only be lightly punished for disobeying curfew, Ignis was risking his very livelihood.

Yet what else could he do? Noctis posed more of a danger to himself while wandering the corridors alone than he did with a reluctant accomplice who could at least keep him in line. No longer satisfied with watching the fish in the palace garden's koi ponds, the prince had already been caught by the guards while slipping out on his own to the nature park behind the Citadel buildings more times than Ignis could be bothered to count.

"I just wanted to see the stars," Noctis mumbled, tears dripping off the end of his nose into the mud splatter which he had tracked halfway across the foyer floor before being caught mid-jump in a skid by his stormy-faced father coming into the front hall. His jubilation at having made it outdoors without being seen by the guards had quickly transformed into an expression of horror. "It's impossible with all the city lights right outside... I'm sorry I let you take the blame."

"I know. It's okay," said Ignis, pulling him into a comforting hug, although he stared unseeing over the prince's shoulder at the lengthy streak of mud on the floor as the angry, booming voice of the king still echoed in his mind. His heart was beating weakly against his chest as if trying to escape the predicament they were in.

King Regis usually tolerated Ignis taking the blame for his son's misbehaviour, with a twinkling in his eyes no matter how stern he appeared on the surface, in such a way that Ignis suspected he secretly didn't mind them getting into typical childhood trouble every now and then. This time it seemed they had crossed a line.

Even his uncle had something to say about it. It was uncharacteristic of him to raise his voice to such a volume.

"You cannot simply abscond from the Citadel with the prince in tow whenever the two of you feel like it!"

His normally even-tempered uncle had been practically spitting, his eyeballs nearly bulging out of their sockets in anger. He paced the room in front of Ignis while sweat gathered on his glistening forehead.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to take the bloody crown prince outside the palace, at night of all times? There are people who wish the royal family ill, here in this very city! You never know who may be lurking about out there, waiting for their chance. What if you had walked right into their lap?"

Ignis looked down at his shoes. "I'm sorry, Uncle," he said quietly. "I had no idea it was so unsafe behind the Citadel." He paused, trying to collect himself as tears welled up in his eyes. "I should have known better," he muttered, more to himself than for his uncle's benefit.

In the end, it was decided that when Noctis and his father departed a few weeks later for their first planned visit to the royal family of Tenebrae, Ignis would be forced to remain behind as punishment. Perhaps if he wanted to be advisor to the prince, he should first learn how to act like one, or so his uncle told him firmly.

Ignis was gutted that their single late-night excursion beyond the palace walls had cost him such an important diplomatic opportunity. It didn't matter as much to him that he had family in Tenebrae; after so many years apart from his parents, he could scarcely remember what they looked like, let alone desire to be reunited with them.

Nevertheless, the hole they had left in his life by sending him away at only four years old was quickly re-opened with Noctis's absence.

Who was he without the prince at his side? Having been tutored privately most of his life, he didn't have any other friends and he wasn't about to make any new ones attending private school part-time. He suspected that anyone attempting to ingratiate themselves with him were most likely only trying to get a good word in with the royal family and besides, he didn't really have time to socialise anyway. As another part of his punishment, his study-load had increased to include a history of the dangers posed to the Crystal and the royal family of Lucis by the outside world.

He would remember in vivid detail the night he had fallen asleep with his nose in a passage about how the Empire of Niflheim had begun weaponizing daemons to invade the few parts of the world that still opposed them. His nightmares had followed him back into the waking world as his uncle gently shook his arm to rouse him. The expression on his lined face bespoke grave news.

"We've just received word from the Crownsguard. There was an attack."

Ignis stared back at him for a solid few seconds, unwilling to believe. When he spoke, his voice sounded hoarse.

"Noctis?"

"The prince... has sustained severe injuries. They're continuing on towards Tenebrae as soon as he's stable, with the intent to seek healing from the Oracle as quickly as possible."

Was this some sort of cruel joke? Another punishment for not understanding the danger Noctis was in outside the palace? No, he must still be dreaming. He had to be.

By the dawn's morning light, nothing had changed.

Over the next few weeks, news from the King's convoy continued to trickle down from the higher-ups at the Citadel.

They had arrived in Tenebrae.

The prince was in a coma.

Ignis was beside himself with anxiety and grief. Noctis couldn't die. He was still so young! After everything they had worked toward together these past 6 years of childhood, his friend had to live to become King one day. That was his duty, wasn't it, to guide him once he took the throne? What would he do if, one day, the prince just.. wasn't there?

He couldn't stand the thought of it. It made him sick, like a stone had become lodged in his too-dry throat and then sank to the bottom of his stomach. Yet at the same time another part of Ignis, his more pragmatic side, began to steel himself to the possibility.

To his great relief, however, after many weeks had passed in the grey and hollow rituals of daily life with no updates from the Crownsguard, Ignis finally received a letter from Prince Noctis himself:

Hi Dear Iggy,

I'm okay. Sorry if I made you worry.

Anyway, guess what? I made a new friend. Her name is Luna and she tells me stories like the ones in those books you're always trying to make me read. She has a lot of those books too.

Do you like dogs?

- N

Beneath the prince's crude handwriting, he had drawn two rather bean-shaped animals in what was presumably black and yellow crayon.

If anything, knowing Noctis was alive and well and enjoying himself elsewhere made Ignis miss him all the more.

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Star Crossed Part 1

For Ignoct Week, Day 1: Falling in Love

Rating: General Warnings: The Slowest Burn in Existence Summary: Exposition on Ignis’s childhood backstory Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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“Sometimes I’m not sure which of us has the more difficult life ahead of us,” Ignis drawled somewhat loftily in reference to his duties basically encompassing all of the prince’s own. “I suppose there is at least the benefit that only being a mere attendant, I am relatively invisible…”

“What?” Noctis gasped, his blue eyes flying wide open. “Never,” he assured Ignis firmly. “Don’t ever think that. I would be so lost without you, Iggy.”

“Invisible… to the public eye, is what I meant,” Ignis added dryly to clarify, smirking a little as he dusted off his glasses and pushed them back onto his face. “But it is good to know you appreciate what it is I do.”

His entire life he has been groomed to serve the royal family.

It would be a challenging position to grow into, for certain, and highly stressful, with much at stake to lose.

~*~

To prepare their only son for his future accompanying Lucian royalty, his parents had him sent away at a very early age to live with his uncle in the capital city of Insomnia, with the unfortunate result that many of his would-be typical childhood experiences were thrown by the wayside in favor of etiquette lessons and rigorous schooling.

Time and again, Ignis proved himself more than a match for their noble expectations, unaware of such sacrifices being made for the sake of his profession until confronted with the difference in his own upbringing many years later, but even then, at the tender age of only 4 years old, he had already begun to harbour some misgivings.

Where other children might be running freely across the playground, screaming and laughing and getting into tearful, hair-pulling fights over stuffed animals and what to eat for snack time, young Ignis Scientia was mostly confined indoors, already being tested and trained.

His tutors taught him to internalise his emotions, restrain himself from reacting poorly or in haste, and played games with him with the design to further develop his keen problem-solving abilities. The punishments for a lack of success were strict if not altogether too harsh, and Ignis was swift to learn failure would not be an option down the line.

Still, no matter how much his growing intellect was praised and rewarded by his uncle, letters from home, an ever-changing shift of household nannies, et cetera, he still felt rather... empty? Lonely, perhaps, even forgotten.

Something was missing, some gaping hole in his life left unaccounted for. Most children lived with their parents, he knew that much at least, and it was enough to lower his spirits somewhat - though of course, ever the polite, reserved youth, he didn't think to show it outwardly.

Nevertheless, he had prematurely become acquainted with (and resigned himself to) a sense of loss that most would not experience until much later in life... and with it came some measure of indignance.

Was he a human being or merely a valuable asset?

Somehow, his four-year-old brain concocted the idea that he had simply been given away to the highest bidder in exchange for (well, he assumed it must be) wealth and power in connection with the most influential people in court, which made him feel for quite a while like nothing more than the bottom rung on the stepladder to his family's more esteemed social status.

Though indeed a bright boy for his age, truth be told, Ignis was still too little to understand on his own terms what it all meant.

It wasn't until he lost his temper, as children will do, and threw a prolonged fit one day at home, that his uncle was finally forced to take him aside and explain to him that the foremost reason he was being given the opportunity to serve the prince in the first place was in fact because the Scientia family name was already well-respected within the Citadel, having served on the outskirts of the royal family for a few sparse generations.

He himself worked in the palace, albeit as a mere attendant to the throne and council rooms, and frequently took Ignis to visit his workplace, or at least tried to with what little security clearance he had. The two of them had once even briefly glimpsed the newborn prince together, bundled up and heavily asleep in his nursemaid's arms during the traditional meet-and-greet held for patrons of the crown to offer their blessings, though Ignis would be too young to remember the significance of the event for himself.

Standing there in the great hall in stiffly starched shorts, on his feet for much too long to be comfortable, while holding his uncle's hand politely and staring unseeing through a forest of many pairs of knees, Ignis had not even registered that the baby somewhere in front of him would one day grow up to be the person he would spend his life in service to.

Perhaps this was for the better, as, fast asleep, the pale, dough-faced infant was not really all that impressive, with wisps of faintly visible black hair sticking up in all directions and drool collecting in a long strand down his pudgy royal chin.

But, as his uncle continued to reassure him for many months, to be given the honour of working so closely with the future king of Insomnia was "an immense privilege" and one that could only be bestowed upon a particularly gifted individual who would someday be a match for his royal highness in all things.

Ignis had already shown such remarkable promise and special prowess that there were no other candidates at this time. Their only concern with admitting to him as a young boy that he was chosen in advance not only for the Scientia family's pre-existing standing in society but because he was in fact something of a child prodigy was that they wished to keep him humble. It wouldn't do at all if they raised the prince's right-hand companion to become too full of himself.

Regardless of the eye-opening nature of that discussion - including the discovery that he was fulfilling a family tradition of sorts - Ignis would later have to admit that, ironically, it was the additional stroking of his ego which had done the most wonder in getting him to come around and finally begin to take pride in his upcoming duty.

A child prodigy, you say? Well, if he was truly the only person suitable for the job, then if he must, he must. It couldn't be helped.

At that point in time, he knew Noctis as nothing more than his eventual royal charge, the object of said duty, a cold faceless promise of his future occupation. In his own logical, detached sort of way, Ignis considered him with great respect and formality but only as the reason for a job which he must perform, rather than as an individual with his own thoughts and feelings about their upcoming roles in the kingdom's affairs.

Things changed entirely when he finally met the prince in person.

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