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Title: ‘Lessons in Love’ Fandom: FFXV Pairing: IgNoct (Ignis Scientia x Noctis Lucis Caelum) Rating: Teen/Mature (borderline NSFW - fluff and feels) Word Count: ~4050 Prompt: “Always”

Summary: Noctis is a hormonal teenager that has lust on his brain twenty-four seven. He doesn’t know what to do about it, and decides to ask his future Adviser to give him some advice.

A/N: Here’s my final entry for @ignoctweek! It’s been a lot of fun participating in this again. :) Please enjoy!

Sex is complicated - too complicated, some might say. For Noctis - sex is something that both scares him, and excites him, for a myriad of reasons. Exciting, because it means that he gets to share something incredibly intimate with someone he cares about. But of that same coin, the flipside would be losing said friend because of something he’s done to make them upset. The gamble is too great, and that’s why he finds it difficult to ever get involved with someone because he doesn’t want to be hurt.

But, he’s also a very healthy, very virile young man that has a wealth of pent up sexual frustration, and masturbation has become a tedious chore that he does just to get rid of the itch that never seems to find relief. It’s becoming a problem in his day to day activities, as he zones out a lot more than he used to, thinking about both sexes in a variety of ways. He almost feels like he must be abnormal, thinking about sex as often as he does. He tries to put himself out with the girls in his class, but all he does is act like a complete moron and has no idea what he’s supposed to do.

He bemoans his problems to his best friend one day after school, as the two of them hang out in his apartment. Prompto studies, while he plays a video game on his phone, having already covered the material that was presented in class a year ago through his private studies as the Prince. “I don’t know what I should do, Prom.”

“Have you talked to Iggy?” Prompto asks, looking at his textbook. “I bet he’d have a good suggestion for you.”

“Ugh.” Dropping his phone, he shakes his head as he rubs his eyes. “I don’t want to talk to him, because I don’t want him to lecture me, and tell me that I shouldn’t think about having sex with someone if I’m not serious about them.”

It’s a bold faced lie that he’s not sure his best friend actually believes, because there’s a reason why he doesn’t want to speak to Ignis about it. He doesn’t want to discuss it with him because he keeps having lewd thoughts about his future Adviser - the man who he’s going to be tied to for the rest of his life professionally. And that means he is definitely someone that Noctis can never get involved with, otherwise it would destroy a friendship that they’ve shared for years.

Prompto starts to nod his head slow. “And being the Prince, everyone who gets into a relationship with you is going to wonder if they’ll become your Queen, or whatever the male equivalent of that would be, yeah?” Noctis nods his head, as Prompto looks up from his homework to look over at him. “I don’t envy your position, Prince.”

“Thanks, jerk.” He picks up a throw pillow, and does just that, the square sponge soaring over to Prompto and knocking him against his back.

“Who’s the jerk!” Prompto picks up the pillow, and launches it back over to him when the door to his apartment opens, and in walks the person they’d just be talking about. “Iggy! Please tell me you brought us something to eat.”

Noctis grabs the pillow out of the air and puts it on his lap, hating that his body is already reacting to the way his oldest friend looks as he walks into his apartment, carrying two large bags in his hands. “You two better not be horsing around.” Ignis looks at the pillow on Noctis’ lap. “Pillow fights, at your age?”

“He started it.” Prompto points back over at him, Noctis shooting a look at his best friend. “You didn’t answer my question!”

“I’m afraid not. I don’t have much time this evening, so you two are on your own for food.” Ignis puts the bags down, and starts to put the groceries away. “Your Highness, you weren’t at the meeting this afternoon. Were you held up at school?”

“Oh, crap.�� He picks up his phone, and looks at his calendar. In bright red it shows the meeting that he’d missed, too busy thinking about jerking off as he’d walked back to his place with Prompto. “I forgot.”

“I took notes.” Ignis hands him a notebook, their fingers touching for just a brief second. It’s enough of a touch that Noctis feels himself become slightly flushed, grabbing it a little tighter than probably necessary. He sees Ignis raise up an eyebrow, but draws no attention to it. “If you have any questions, do not hesitate to call me. But please, look over them tonight as the council will wish to discuss your thoughts tomorrow.”

“Fine.” Noctis sets the notebook down on top of the pillow. “See you later. Thanks for buying groceries.”

“If I don’t, I’m not sure what you would eat. Prompto - I trust you will make sure he eats something this evening.” The older teen heads towards the door. “Your Highness, I shall see you tomorrow after school. Please do not forget.”

He nods his head, the door closing behind Ignis. “You should talk to him, Noct.” Prompto reaffirms what they’d been speaking about earlier. “He looks like the kind of guy that would know how to fix that situation.”

“You really think that Ignis has any expertise in the area of being intimate with someone?” The suggestion almost baffles him as much as himself needing to learn how to speak to someone that will help take the edge off of him. “What if he’s just like a walking textbook?”

“Better than what I’d tell you.” Prompto laughs, and goes over to the fridge. “Looks like he brought us stuff to microwave. Should I heat some stuff up for us?”

“Yes, please.”

The rest of their study session goes off without a hitch, the microwaveable dinner tolerable. It wasn’t as good as if Ignis had made them something, but he knows he can’t expect that every time. He says goodnight to Prompto, then looks at the notebook that Ignis had given him, his hand starting to tingle with the memory of how it had felt when they’d touched one another. Gods, what am I thinking.

He stares at his phone like it’s an object that he doesn’t recognize. An object that he knows might offer some sanity, but it could also offer total chaos. Then, a moment of clarity hits him. He’s to be my Adviser. Why can’t I ask him for advice? Picking up his phone, he pulls up Ignis’ contact, and pushes the button to call him, his stomach now in knots as he listens to the telephone ring.

“Your Highness? Is everything alright?” Ignis’ voice carries a hint of worry, and Noctis is about to ask why when he realizes how late it is. “You’re not in any danger right now, are you?”

“Shit.” He sighs, and shakes his head, feeling even more stupid now. “I didn’t realize what time it was. I’m sorry, Ignis.” He looks back over at his clock, the digital display showing it’s nine minutes after midnight. “Did I wake you up?”

“No, I’m afraid not. I was busy doing some work.” Noctis can hear the relief in Ignis’ voice, the knot in his stomach growing at his own stupidity. “Is something the matter? Why are you calling me this late?”

Bringing a knee up to his chest, he leans his back against the wall. “I’m having some problems, and I don’t know what to do about them. Prompto said I should talk to you, because I said that wasn’t a good idea, and the more I think about it, the more I should have just listened to myself because dumping my stupid problems on you is just pointless.” He starts to breathe hard, rushing the last part, wanting to just spit all the words out. He knocks his head against the wall, and releases a frustrated groan.

“There is no such thing as a stupid problem.” The laugh he hears Ignis make causes a few of the knots to disappear. “It is late, though. You should be going to bed soon. You have school tomorrow.”

“Right. I’m sorry to bother you, Ignis.” He starts to reach up to end the call when he hears Ignis speak again.

“Wait.” His hand freezes. “Can this wait until tomorrow? Or would you feel better if we talked about it? I don’t mind staying up a little more.”

“Ignis, you said you were doing paperwork. What time do you usually go to sleep?”

“Most nights, 1. Some nights 2, 2:30.”

“What? Why?” More tension seems to disappear from his body. “Ignis, you should be sleeping more.”

“Says the person who is telephoning me after midnight.”

Noctis laughs, the sound surprising him. “Fine. I’ll go to bed.” He lays down, keeping the phone pressed to his ear. “I called you because I’m having a dilemma at school, and I’m not sure what to do about it, Specs.”

“Tell me about the problem, and I’ll see if I have a solution for you, Noctis.”

Closing his eyes, he ignores how his stomach seems to drop at the way Ignis says his name. He knows it will probably be best if he just tells him exactly how he’s feeling, rather than skirt around the topic. “Everyone at school keeps talking about sex. They talk about it so much, and I see boys and girls sneaking to areas of the school they think no one is watching, and they kiss and touch each other. And like, I’m a healthy male. I have needs. I masturbate.” He pauses to roll onto his back, covering his eyes with his arm, his face feeling like the surface of the sun at his nonchalant admission of being a horny teenager. “I know sex isn’t something you rush into, that it should be with someone you care about. But Gods, I’m a Prince, and if I impregnate someone, or decide to sleep with a guy, and then everything goes wrong, then I’m screwed.”

“That does sound like a complicated problem.” Ignis replies after a few moments, Noctis catching his breath. “Is there a girl that you like?”

“No.” He laughs, feeling manic. But with everything out, he feels strangely a little better. “No girls. Boys? Questionable.” He snorts.

“Prompto?”

“Oh, Gods, no.” Noctis releases a full belly laugh at that question, shaking his head. “No, Prom and I are just friends.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“Is it? Because I’m starting to feel like I’m going crazy, Ignis. I want something that I can’t have without the world giving me crap for it.”

“I’m sure a solution will present itself soon enough.” The sincerity in his voice brings a sense of calmness over him. “Perhaps you could ask a classmate out to dinner this weekend?”

“You aren’t taught how to court people, Ignis. I wouldn’t know what to do.” He groans, the worry beginning to creep back in.

“Then, why don’t you and I go out, and I can give you a lesson on how to act properly on a date.”

His eyes open, the muted light in his room making it difficult for him to focus. “You’d do that for me, Specs?”

“Of course, Your Highness. If it will help you to succeed in life, then it would be my pleasure.”

“Fine. I guess we’ve got a date for Saturday.”

“I shall look forward to it. For now, you should probably get some rest.”

“I will, Ignis. Thank you.”

“Do you feel better?”

“A little.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Good night, Your Highness.”

“Good night.” He ends the call, and drops his phone back down onto his bed.

It only dawns on him as he begins to fall asleep that he’s agreed to go on a date with Ignis, and then all hope of sleep is stolen from him as he begins to worry about how he’s going to make a fool of himself. I shouldn’t have called him. He screams into his pillow, then flops back on the bed, and prays to the Gods that he doesn’t royally mess everything up on Saturday.

***

Not sure how he’s supposed to dress for an instructional date, Noctis dresses in a pair of black cargo pants, a loose-fitted black shirt, and a pair of black trainers. Grabbing a light-weight black jacket, he puts it on and tries not to fling the door open when he hears someone knocking.

“Good evening, Noctis.” Ignis stands in front of him, dressed down from his normal work attire. Jeans, a ribbed shirt and boots complete his outfit. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah.” He nods, putting his phone into his pocket. “Is my driver downstairs?”

“I’m afraid I will be chauffeuring us this evening.” The two head to the elevator together after Ignis locks up the apartment. “I know that you are concerned about being seen, so I thought to keep this under a need to know basis. We’ll be traveling out of the city and heading to a place on the coast.”

Surprised to hear that they’d be leaving Insomnia, he nods his head. “Okay, Ignis. I appreciate you doing that for me.”

“Whatever will make you feel more comfortable, Your Highness.”

The drive out of the city takes just over an hour, the two talking about the last couple of days, going over the meetings that Noctis had been to after school both on Thursday and Friday. It’s nice to talk to Ignis like this, as it feels like they haven’t really had this kind of conversation since he’d entered high school two years and a half years prior. They pull up to a small restaurant right on the water, most people dressed in laid back clothing. Now he feels even better about his choices for the evening.

When they get seated, Ignis helps him into his chair, then hands him a menu across the table. “You want to make sure that your date is taken care of, first and foremost.” Ignis opens his menu, and takes a look at it, Noctis following his lead. “Ask your partner what they’re thinking about having, but don’t look at them with a disgusted look on your face if they mention something you don’t like.”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

“I’m thinking of having the vegetable souffle. It sounds so appetizing.”

Noctis makes a face, and hears Ignis laugh, instantly realizing his mistake. “Alright, point taken. Don’t make faces if they mention those horrible things in my presence.”

“Sound interested in what they want to eat.” Ignis reminds him. “What looks appealing to you?”

“The fresh barramundi sounds really good.” He looks at the price. “I’m supposed to pay for the date, right?”

“Whoever is the person that asks should be the responsible party. However, your date may wish to go dutch.”

“Meaning?”

The smile on Ignis’ face makes his stomach give a little twist. “You both pay for your meals separately.” He lifts his hand up, signaling their waiter to come back to their table. “Why don’t you order first?”

“I’ll have the barramundi, please.” He hands his menu to the waiter. “No salad, but if you have clam chowder?” Figuring since this place is next to the ocean, they might have it, he sees the waiter nod his head. “I’ll take a cup of that.”

“Make that two cups, and I will have the paella.” Ignis hands his menu to the waiter. “Thank you.” When they’re left alone, Ignis nods his head. “You did well, Noctis.”

“It’s not that difficult to order food, Specs.” Laughing, he sits back in his chair, feeling a million times better. “What else do I need to know?”

“Keep the conversation on the lighter side. There will be time to let the conversation grow over the course of multiple dates. You don’t want to show all of your cards on the first round.”

He nods, and watches Ignis push his glasses back up onto his nose. “Right. Keep things close to my chest. When’s a good time for a kiss?”

“At the end of the date.” The smile on Ignis’ face turns into a smirk. “Just because you are a virile young male doesn’t mean that your date is going to have the same sex drive as you. Again, you want to keep your cards close. There is no rushing into a relationship.”

“Right. Couple of dates.” Noctis tries not to get discouraged by that, because he really wants to know what it will feel like to have sex, but if he’s waited seventeen years, what’s a few more days. “Or maybe more. Only if they want to do it with me, right?”

“Exactly, Your Highness.”

The rest of the dinner passes by fast - faster than he thought possible, as he’s finding talking to Ignis in this atmosphere enjoyable. He gets to pick their dessert - “It’s always best to ask your date what they would like, then order it for them” - and then, they leave the restaurant after paying. Rather than head back to the car, Ignis leads him down towards the beach, the two of them walking close to one another, the moon starting to rise on the horizon.

“If your date looks like they’re cold, remember to offer them your jacket.” Ignis puts an arm around his shoulder, and without thinking about, he steps closer to him. “If neither of you are wearing a jacket, body warmth is always a good alternative.”

“I’m wearing a jacket.” He reminds him, but doesn’t bother to move away from him, the weight of Ignis’ arm on his body feeling nice. Better than nice. “But, I got it.” They walk a little bit further, their only source of light the moon, and a few street lamps almost a kilometer away. “Gosh, Ignis - a meal outside the city, and a walk on the beach?” He chuckles, feeling a little bit weird verbally saying it out loud. “You really are going to the extreme to show me how to woo someone.”

They come to a stop by a large rock formation, blocking their path from continuing down the beach. He turns around, and looks up at Ignis, and sees him staring down at him with a soft smile on his lips. He steps backwards, and feels his back connect to the rock. “What have you learned this evening, Your Highness?”

“How to eat, proper etiquette for dining out, and knowing when to stop.” Quick to reply, Noctis feels like his mouth is suddenly dry. “Did I miss anything?”

“Allow your date to guide on you on how things progress.” Ignis moves closer to him, his breath beginning to speed up as their heads come dangerously close together. “May I tell you something?”

“Yeah.” He nods his head, hoping that his racing heartbeat can’t be seen.

“This wasn’t a pretend date.” A hand touches his face, Noctis’ brain having a temporary shut down as he looks up into Ignis’ eyes. “Are you mad?”

“No.” Noctis whispers, keeping his eyes on Ignis’.

“Why not?” Ignis inches his face closer to his. “By all accounts, you should be upset with me, Noctis. Deceiving you, making you believe I’m teaching you, when I want you to believe you were on a date with me.”

Heart pounding hard, he eyes don’t waver as his gaze stays locked. “I didn’t want to ask for your help, because…”

“Because what, Noctis?”

“Because I’m attracted to you, but I’m scared that if we did anything, and I mess up, I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you.”

The thumb on his cheek strokes him gently, assuaging any fear that he can feel beginning to creep up into his mind. “You will never lose me, Noctis. Yes, I understand your concerns, but you have to trust me that those concerns don’t matter.”

“Why don’t they?”

“Because I love you. I’ve always loved you.” Ignis whispers, the words barely audible over the crashing surf.

“Always?” Every fear that he’s felt about the man standing in front of him seem to disappear into nothingness, his chest continuing to rise and fall with labored breaths.

“Always.”

He stares up at him, Ignis’ other hand coming to rest against his hip, gently pushing him against the boulder. “Ignis….Please….I’m scared…”

“You’ve nothing to be afraid of, Noctis. I’m here, I will always be here for you.” Their lips come close together. “Feel me.”

His eyelids fall closed as he controls the two of them, ending this game of ‘what ifs’, and creating a new world of possibilities as their lips come together for the first time. Having zero experience on how to kiss, he soon submits himself to Ignis’ lead, parting his lips when he feels the soft wet muscle touch his bottom lip, and soon finds himself moaning into Ignis’ mouth, arms wrapping tight around his neck as their bodies get closer to one another.

He frots against him, his hormones taking over as their kiss deepens, and instead of their kiss stopping, he feels an equal amount of pressure return from Ignis’ body as they grind against each other in the shadows, the constant sound of the surf providing a constant white noise to their ears.

Breaking off the kiss, he feels himself being lifted up, his legs wrapping around Ignis’ waist as he grinds his ass down against the raised mound of his crotch. “Gods, Ignis…” He moans, the stimulation proving to be too much for his sex-driven brain. “Touch me, please…!”

“Yes, Noctis…”

One hand drops down his cargo pants, and that first touch of skin to skin contact on an intimate part of his body makes him lose his mind. “Hhhngh….” He moans, Ignis’ hand feeling like heaven as he wraps his legs tighter around his waist. “Gods, I wanna touch you…”

“You already are…” Ignis moans against his lips, both of their voices becoming pitched with the desire that they share together. “Keep doing what you’re doing. It’s good for me…”

“Promise…?”

“You have...mmm….my word, Noct…” Ignis moans, as his hand makes a tighter fist around Noctis’ cock.

“Nnngh….good…”

It doesn’t take very long for his hormonal body to submit to the wiles of Ignis’ hand, the rush of his orgasm drawing a loud moan from his throat as he comes for the first time by someone else’s hand. He hears Ignis moan his name again, and soon feels a little wetness on his ass, slow to realize that they’ve both just shared an orgasm together. He lowers his head, and finds Ignis’ lips, kissing him over and over through soft laughter, feeling totally giddy by everything that had just transpired. He smiles when he hears Ignis laugh with him, the two of them holding tight to one another.

“You can’t ever leave me, Ignis.” He whispers, hugging him tight after his feet are returned to the sand. “Please, don’t leave me.”

“I will be by your side until my final day on this planet.” Ignis cups his face with both hands, the two staring into each other’s eyes. “You will leave me first.”

“I won’t. I love you.” Noctis shakes his head, lifting himself up to kiss him again on the lips. “We’re stuck together. Forever and-”

“Always.”

They walk back to Ignis’ car, both walking in comfortable silence. They talk about nothing in particular as they head back into the city, and when they get to Noctis’ apartment, he’s not ready to say goodnight to him. “Don’t play all my cards, right?” He asks, as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“You remember.” Ignis smirks, and nods his head. “I’d like to head upstairs with you, but we will have plenty of time to do that soon.”

“I trust you, Ignis.”

“As you should. Good night, Your Highness. Thank you for a wonderful evening.”

“Same to you. Good night.” He smiles, and heads up to his building.

Maybe it will be next weekend, or maybe it will be in a couple of months. His horniess can take a chill pill for a bit, if it means he can get to know Ignis better, then he’ll wait a lifetime if necessary.

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