#ignis sciencia

[thisisthedungeonthatneverends]

Am I the Only One (Alt: Everyone else has had more sex than me)

Ships: libnyx, regclar, gladnis, promptis

Rating: M

Words: 2908

In which Nyx Ulric seems cursed to walk in on EVERYONE having sex and wonders if he is the only one in all of Insomnia NOT getting laid today. Check the reblogs for the AO3 link.

It was as if His Majesty had declared an official Everybody Gets Laid Day but no one told Nyx Ulric. He just came in to drop off the latest reports from the warfront with the King. That’s it. That’s all Nyx had to do today and the rest would be spent drinking beer and watching the professional chocobo racing semi-finals. Simple day. When he knocked on the door to King Regis’ office, however, his day turned from simple to weird in 2.53 seconds. “Bullocks, I forgot Nyx was coming! Quickly Clarus…” “Regis, I was almost coming…” Nyx raised a suspicious eyebrow and wondered if he should knock again. When he heard a muffled umf from the other side he decided against it. Were they…noooooo, they couldn’t be…could they? “One moment, please!” Regis called out, a hint of mild distress in his voice. Nyx cleared his throat. “In your own time, Your Majesty.” He heard some shuffling and the distinct sound of a chair being dragged across the hard wood floor then someone, presumably Regis, loudly clearing their throat. “You may enter.” Nyx shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts of were His Majesty and Clarus Amicitia really just… He pushed open the heavy doors and approached the desk where the King sat looking as pristine and regal as ever. Nyx bowed and placed the thick folder containing the reports requested of him on the desk. “Here are the reports from the warfront as requested, Your Majesty. Our forces are holding the newest influx of Imperial warships at bay for the time being. They aren’t gaining any ground, but neither are we. Captain Drautos is requesting reinforcements.” Before Regis could respond, a faint scuffing sound came from under the large desk. Nyx could not help but look down and when he did his eyes widened at the sight of the toe of a boot juuuuust peaking out. Regis seemed frozen in place. “I’lllookitoverthankyouNyx,” Regis prattled his words together. “Thatisallyouaredismissed.” It took every ounce of concentration Nyx had to look up from the boot he knew did not belong to Regis and every ounce of balance to bow without falling on his face. “Y-yes Your Majesty…um…good day.” He turned on his heals and literally power walked to the door. Nyx had retreated from the bloodiest of battles with less urgency than that of which he swung open the doors of the Kings office and ran like his life depended on it. And after interrupting Regis and Clarus now undoubtedly having sex, he wasn’t sure his life DIDN’T depend on it.

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Once he was a safe distance away from that office he stopped to catch his breath. Not that he couldn’t run faster and farther than any other Glaive save for possibly the captain, but what he was running from had knocked the wind clean out of him. He needed to wash his face and take a leak. Yes, he thought, that would help. He could then go home and watch the races and never have to think of the King and the Shield… Nope. Not thinking about it. By the time he reached the nearest restroom, the initial shock had mostly worn off. Good for them, he thought. Two old widowers finding love again…kinda romantic if he thought about it that way. Nyx wished for a passing moment if he would ever find love. His last girlfriend had been a clingy, nagging bitch and the boyfriend before her cheated and blamed HIM for “never being dtf.” No one would ever understand his life of service to the crown, he thought. Nyx was relieved to find the bathroom empty. Not many were in this wing of the citadel at this time of day, so he could at least relieve himself in peace. So he whistled an idle tune as he did so, and almost sprayed the damn ceiling when he was startle by a loud BANG! Someone, or rather two someones, arms tangled around each other and seemingly attached at the face, had just burst through the bathroom door. Was that…noooo…Astrals, that WAS him. First Clarus and now GLADIOLUS Amicitia! The other man, shorter with a much slighter build, dark blonde hair, and glasses was…what was his name? The Prince’s adviser he knew for sure. Something flamey, right? Nyx wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there at the urinal dick in hand staring at the young couple, or how long the couple had been staring back at him before he realized crap, I should probably put my dick away now. “Don’t mind me,” Nyx said before his brain could stop his mouth. “Just…peeing. Done now.” He zipped himself up and tiptoes around the couple who just stood frozen like a centuries old erotic statue that made schoolboys giggle in order to get to the sink to wash his hands for not as long as health code dictates. Once again, Nyx rushed out of a room so two people who were apparently trying to fuck could have their privacy. He wiped his wet hands on his coat and laughed. “Damn, did I miss a “National Fuck Day” memo or something? At least all the love in the air wasn’t making the front of his pants get tight. No, not in the least.

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After accidentally witnessing two “encounters” in the span of five minutes, Nyx needed fresh air. A nice walk in the gardens should clear his fuddled head, right? Right. Once again the shock wore off as he strolled through one of the citadel’s many gardens and he found himself happy for Gladiolus and…DAMN what was his name? Two people who served the crown, who understood how important duty was to each other, were able to find time to share an intimate moment. Now Nyx was jealous. Why couldn’t he have that? He whistled as he strolled along and - IGNACIO! That was the advisers name. Now Nyx could stop kicking himself for being a dumbass. At any rate he whistled and strolled along peacefully until he was just about ready to head home, shower, jerk off, throw on some sweatpants, and settle down with pizza, beer and the tv remote. That was until he heard a faint sound – specifically a faint moan – from behind one of the hedges. Not again, he thought. As he continued walking trying and failing to ignore the erotic sounds, they grew louder and Nyx realized with a sinking feeling he was getting closer to rather than farther from the action. “Mm yes Prompto…” “Fuck, Noct, you feel so good…” Nyx. Froze. Right. There. Noct? Noctis? As in PRINCE Noctis? Nyx had to know. Curse his life dammit he HAD to know! He marched to the hedge the sound was coming from, swung back the branch…and immediately regretted every life decision that had lead him to this time and place. On the ground on his knees was a young blond haired blue eyed man who Nyx vaguely recognized from a few photos who was currently BALLS DEEP in the PRINCE who lay on his back with his legs pushed up against his chest. Upon seeing Nyx, both men screamed. As did Nyx. When the screaming had subsided, Nyx just stood there with jaw on the ground while Noctis and…he called him Pom-something-or-other, Nyx neither knew nor cared, scrambled around on the ground search for their cloths. “Nyx, what the hell!!!” Noctis shouted as he stood and shimmied into his pants. “First you’re gonna cock block me and now you’re just gonna stand there like an ass?!” Nyx blinked rapidly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry it’s just…FUCK!” He threw up his hands and stepped back. “First the fathers, then both sons, Shiva’s TITS how is this my LIFE!?” And for the third time that afternoon, Nyx got the hell out of there.

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Finally, FINALLY Nyx was home. After a shower and some relief by his own hand he slipped into an old pair of sweatpants and a tshirt, ordered pizza and headed to the fridge. It was beer o’clock for Nyx, and it hadn’t come soon enough. He opened the door and reached for the shelf that was usually designated for alcohol… to find only one beer remaining. Well Hell. He wasn’t going back out lest he interrupt another session of dicking, so he sighed and accepted that one beer would have to do. He settled down on the couch and turned on the tv. The races were just about to start and Nyx smiled. Just in time. But as he watched the races, his mind drifted back to Noctis and his blond lover Pom-something. They started out friends and grew into lovers, Nyx mused. Damn. Everyone seemed to be finding love, or at least ass, except him. He knew Cor Leonis, the Crownsguard martial, was seeing someone, as was fellow Glaive Crowe Altus. He didn’t know of anyone else off hand, but the captain was always gallivanting off somewhere. Maybe he was with someone too? Nyx shrugged and downed the last swig of beer. Soon he heard his doorbell ring. Damn, he’d just gotten comfortable, too. Today was simply not the right day to by Nyx Ulric. He begrudgingly stood and went to answer the door, expecting pizza. What he saw when he answered the door was actually better: his lifelong friend Libertus, carrying a case of their favorite brew. Nyx smiled. “I love you.” Libertus laughed and entered through the open doorway. “Bit dramatic tonight, aren’t we? Have a rough day doing the captains job or what?” “Yeah, or what,” Nyx sort-of answered. “Man you wouldn’t believe the things I’ve seen today.” “Tell me about it!” Libertus said, setting the case of beer on the coffee table. “I saw something I’ll be prayin’ to Ifrit for the next hundred years to burn out of my mind.” Nys took his place in his recliner after grabbing a beer for himself, while Libertus sprawled out on the couch with his own. “Oh yeah?” Libertus nodded. “Crowe. Like a little sis to me, right? Well I went to the gym today to get my phone charger, and I had to walk in on her…” Libertus washed down a look of disgust with a long drink from his can. “I walked in the locker room and there she was on the bench gettin’ fucked by, you ain’t gonna believe this shit, COR LEONIS!!! Nyx actually laughed in spite of himself. “Man, I wish I could say I was surprised, but I learned something fun about our King today.” Libertus, wide eyed, slammed his beer on the table. “Fuck off!” “His Majesty and his Shield, Clarus Amicitia. I went to drop off those reports like Drautos was supposed to have done yesterday, right?” Well I heard’em fumbling around in there and when the King finally let me in Clarus was hiding under the desk. UNDER the DESK, can you believe that shit?” Libertus slowly shook his head. “I need another beer. Okay, okay,” he reached for one more can from the case, “I got another one for ya. Crowe and Cor aren’t the only Glaive-Guard match-up going on. When I went out to the parking lot I saw Luche and Monica steaming up the windows of Luche’s car.” “Now THAT I’m surprised at. I though Luche was was on a strict sausage diet!” Libertus laughed. “Apparently not. Unless there’s something Monica ain’t tellin’ us about then-” Libertus was interrupted by the doorbell. “That’d be pizza!” Nyx excitedly declared. “Lemme get this and I’ll tell you who ELSE I caught together today.” “DAMN! Was today some kinda sex holiday that I forgot about?” “I know right!” Pizza way paid for and divvied out, and the chocobo races were long forgotten in the midst of two grown men gossiping like schoolgirls. “So,” Nyx mumbled around a mouth full of pepperoni and cheese, “I was in the bathroom at the citadel takin a leak. In stumble Gladiolus Amicitia and Ignacio, groping and stuck to each others faces.” Libertus made a strange face. “Gladiolus and who?” “The Prince’s adviser. You know him?” Libertus laughed so hard and long he made himself cough. “I know him but apparently you don’t. The name’s IGNIS you dingus!” Nyx rolled his eyes. “Whatever, I was close wasn’t I? Anyway, The adviser and shield to the Prince are together and speaking of the Prince, I caught HIM getting fucked six ways to Saturday by some blond guy in the palace gardens.” “Whathahell,Mn!” Libertus tried to say with his mouth full of stuffed crust. He swallowed and washed his fourth slice of pizza down with another swig of his third beer. “Is everybody gettin’ tail but us?” Nyx shrugged. “Apparently. I haven’t had anyone but Rosy Palm sense I dumped that bimbo Steph three months ago.” Libertus let out a low whistle. “You’re loooong overdue, Buddy. Then again it’s been almost two months for me.” For some reason it went silent after that. The races were half over and they had no idea who was on the leaderbord. They didn’t care though. It was nice to just be two buddies with pizza, booze, and each others company.

Libertus stretched and stood. “Not headin’ out already are you?” Nyx asked. “Hell no, you can’t get rid of me that easy.” He pointed his thumb towards the bathroom. “Gonna break the seal.” Nyx nodded and for some inexplicable reason watched his friend walk away. Did his hips always…sway like that? Hu. Nyx turned up the tv while Libertus was in the bathroom, intending to catch up on what he’d missed of the races in favor of gossip. His favorite racer was on the leaderbord, so he was happy. Libertus returned soon and sat on one side of the couch instead of sprawling out like he had before. Nyx yawned and stood. “My turn.” As he walked away he got the distinct feeling of being watched, but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact he was sure he didn’t mind a bit if Libertus was staring at his ass. If Nyx was anyone but himself, he’d stare at his ass, too. He wasn’t too humble to admit he had a nice ass. So did Libertus, actually… funny, he’d never considered his best friend’s ass before but now that he did, it was a good thing his pants were as baggy as they were because hello… Man, he was one thirsty sunuvabitch. A commercial for some kind of candy was on when he returned and instead of going back to his recliner, Nyx sat on the couch next to Libertus. He sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. Libertus rested a reassuring hand On Nyx’s shoulder. “Guys like us got it rough, my friend. It’s hard to find someone who understands the sort of life we live and even when we do, who has time to actually do anything? Nyx laughed humorlessly. “Apparently five different couples judging by what we saw today. I don’t know how the ones you saw ended up together, but Regis and Clarus, they’ve both had broken hearts and patched each other up. Gladiolus and IGNIS, I got it right that time, they understand each other because they both run circles around the Prince, and then the Prince and the blonde kid started off as friends and now they’re apparently lovers.” Libertus nodded thoughtfully. “Where’s that for us?” Broken hearts. Service to the crown. Friends. Nyx eyed Libertus carefully to judge weather or not his friend was thinking the same thing as him. And was it just him or did Libertus’ hand seen to be slowly sliding down his back? He chanced a full look at Libertus now and…were they…yup, their faces were closer, much closer, no more than a couple inches apart. Nyx smiled. “I think I just found it.” Nyx never hesitated with anything, so he didn’t hesitate to close the distance between them and kiss the man who’d been his best friend sense before he could remember. Libertus, to Nyx’s relief, welcomed the kiss, returning is with more intensity than Nyx had imagined. He slipped the hand that had in fact been making its way down Nyx’s back under the back of Nyx’s shirt. It was bold, but then so was Libertus, and it made Nyx hum against Libertus’ mouth and deepen the kiss. Nyx hands found his new lover’s thigh, and Libertus shifted his hips, causing Nyx fingers to brush against a very impressive bulge. Eventually Nyx had to breath, and as munch as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t do that very well with someone else’s tongue down his throat. So he pulled away and opened his eyes to be met with a lustful gaze from Libertus. “You know,” Nyx said somewhat breathlessly, “You’ve had a bit to drink tonight.” Libertus chuckled. “You’re not taking advantage of me, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Nyx smirked. “No, it’s just that it might not be legal for you to drive. Wanna crash here tonight?” He made his true intentions known with a wink and a subtle roll of his hips. Libertus smiled that warm welcoming smile that Nyx had grown to love over the years, and hoped he would grow to love even more. He didn’t say a word, but he answered with a kiss.

[gekroent]

Camping with wine mom

[thedarkcoven]

The Devil's Black Heart ~ Masterlist

Edit made by me [Pics I used found off Google: Credit to Square Enix and original owners of the pics :) ] Warning: MINORS DNI ~Spoilers ahead as well if you haven't gotten that far in the game/played the episodes~ Ardyn Lucis Caelum x Reader. Ignis Scientia x Reader. Protective older brother Prompto (you will see how that is possible later on in the story: will contain spoilers). Age difference (Ardyn is 1000s of years old -stuck at 33- and the reader is in 20s). Size Kink. Smut. Fluff. Slight non-con if you squint. Choking. Hair pulling. Oral sex (Male and female receiving). Somnophilia. Vaginal fingering. Semi-public sex. Knife play. Predator/Prey. Secret Relationship. Jealous Ignis. Protective Chocobros. Master/Pet. Breeding kink. Cum play. Spanking. Daemon Ardyn. Possessive Ardyn. Consensual Mind Play. (AU where everyone survives including Ardyn)

Chapter One Chapter Two - being worked on so i made it private for now Chapter Three - being worked on so I made it private for now

[stuck-in-ffxv-hell]

Things get more brutal if you can believe it. Noctis and others get closer to finding out where Prompto is being held.

Excerpt:

“Oh, come now,” The man purrs, resting a hand on Prompto’s dislocated shoulder, “Don’t you remember that nice room? And I’m sure if you cooperate, we can help with that shoulder of yours.” The man presses down, and the scraping of bone against muscle and cartilage sends a flare of pain through Prompto’s skull and arm.

He screams, vision going fuzzy with pain, but everything hurts too much for him to really do anything.

The hand is taken off his shoulder, and the pain lessens. He’s left panting, holding back the tears burning his eyes.

[darkpuck]

And for our next foray into the #ffxvcookbook I present: the Papa Bird and Baby Bowl! Ignis Stupeo Sciencia what is your problem? I ask with love and mild horror. https://www.instagram.com/p/CPZeJV0JwyA/?utm_medium=tumblr

[the-glacian]

for the fmk alternatives:

number 8 with ignis sciencia, castiel, and crowley

Dear anon, OMG the most spectacular choices -- my heart! <3 thank you!!

8. share a car with Crowley (the demon obviously knows how to have a great driving experience), share a bank account with Castiel (since he's an angel I won't have to share the money), share a cake with Ignis (besides being the bestest of cooks, I'm hoping he might also spill the tea)

ASK ME

[chofitia]

“Danse Macabre” intensifies

So, @destiny-islanders has this cute idea for a Hocus Pocus!AU for FFXV. My brain is scrambled between wanting to do a serious business backstory for Ardyn (because Ardyn’s backstory + actual Salem history = holy shit this is something that I need to research for and would want to see done by a person that actually knows what they’re doing) and cute fluffy snarky talking cat Noctis with a side of Gladnis (which is probably what everyone would rather see).

Under the cut, random scenes in more or less the order in which they’re in the film. (And I need to make a note about accuracy, because between the last time I’ve seen Hocus Pocus in full and now, some of y’all were born, matured, and became BNF’s.)

Preemptive apologies if I didn’t get anything right according to what’s in your head, @destiny-islanders

They conjure.

Noctis felt their workings as a cold stone in his stomach, sinking into his bowels. And yet he was being drawn to them. Slowly, gently, like one would guide a weak calf to its mother. An hour’s walk, his mind supplied. How would this affect me at half an hour away? At a quarter of an hour away? At the door of their house?

He gripped at the hilt of his father’s sword. Lunafreya was there, and only the Six Above knew what they wished to do to her. Ignoring the cold, ignoring everything save his target, he ran.

“Who’s Ignis?” came a voice--a very familiar and very annoying voice--from the door. 

Gladio took a pillow and chucked it at the door. There was a very satisfying whump as it hit the frame. Iris, his target, had dodged and was still at the door. There wasn’t any justice in the world.

“Is Ignis someone you like, Gladdy?” Iris rocked back and forth on her heels, which she had to have seen in some cartoon or something. “Are you gonna date? Are you gonna get married?”

Gladio felt his face warm, just a little. “A guy in my history class,” he muttered. “That’s all.”

“Are you Ignis?” Iris asked someone for approximately the thousandth time that day. Not that Gladio was counting or anything.

The blond kid (Wasn’t he in Gladio’s gym class?) put down his camera and squatted down to Iris’s level. “Nope, sorry.” He pointed to his hat and then gestured to the garish as fuck shawl-thing he had on. “I’m a witch, and I need a cat. How about coming along with me?”

“You,” Iris said, “are a stranger. I shouldn’t trick-or-treat with strangers.”

“The Sciencias,” said Prompto, with the air of someone that had gone trick-or-treating for too damn long, “always give out great stuff. Like last year, they had these awesome chocolate covered candy apples that--”

Iris was already up the stairs and knocking at the door.

Prompto headed up the stairs, stopped midway, and turned back to Gladio. “You want me to get some for you, big guy?” 

“‘m fine, thanks,” Gladio said. Just slowly dying of embarrassment, no big deal.

“You sure? Iggy said this year he and his uncle were making caramel popcorn balls and--”

“Trick or Treat!” Iris screamed at Ignis, who was smiling fondly and holding a tray of what had to be the haute couture of popcorn balls. Gladio forced himself to think that his thumping heart was caused by Iris’s voice and not the fact that Ignis looked unfairly gorgeous in a coat and waistcoat. And tight breeches. And white stockings. Which showed off his legs.

“Gladdy,” began Iris. “Why’s it so bad that you’re a virgin, anyway?”

Gladio choked on his water.

“It isn’t bad,” answered Noct with a swish of his tail. “In my day it was a sign of righteousness. You were expected to be so until you were married.” He shrugged, as much as an immortal talking cat could shrug, “Though it’s not always how it goes.”

“So... anybody who isn’t married could’ve lit the candle?” Iris looked at Noct expectantly, one black cat to another.

“No, just someone who hasn’t known anyone,” Noct replied.

“But wait,” Iris said, “Gladdy knows Prompto and Ignis. So he’s not a virgin, then?”

There were times in his life where Gladiolus Amicitia was glad he was so well-read. This was not one of them. That isn’t to say he wouldn’t like to “know” Ignis, but maybe after a few dates. And after helping out an immortal talking cat by defeating three child-eating witches. That too. 

[pigeonina]

Rules: tell me your 10 favorite characters from fictional works (movies, tv, books, etc.) and tag 10 people! I was tagged by @wrathwritesthings 1. Morrigan from darkstalkers. 2. Sephiroth. People say sephiroth is over rated. I say no. My ultimate fav villain. 3. Ignis Stupeo Sciencia/chocobros. Cause they are my heart. 4. Joseph joestar because whoa!!! This show is great! Thanks @biolumo for the jojo spam which converted me and had me see the error of my ways. 5. Uchiha sasuke. Yeah I'm one of those people. 6. Elizabeth Bennet. Because she didn't take any shit from mr Darcy. 7. Hannibal lector. 8. Alfred jones. Because aph America is the best!!! He doesn't really fit in with the rest but that's why I like him. 9. Ichimaru gin from bleach. 10. Jill valentine. Resident evil. I will tag.... @trueshun and @kwpn93. If anyone wants to get in on it I would also be happy if you tagged me so I can be nosey.

[thisisthedungeonthatneverends]

Between a Door and a Hard Place

Ship: Promptis

Rating: M

Prompto leaned in towards Noct's face, lips against his ear. "Who do you belong to?"

Prompto didn't talk the entire way home from school, which was strange. The drive to Noct's apartment wasn't silent, though. Ignis was going on about some upcoming function at the citadel an how Noctis needed to prepare himself to be on his best behavior to show off for some important someone. Noctis sat in the back seat pretending to listen, all the while sneaking sidelong glances at Prompto, who stared out the window with a contemplative look that Noctis wasn't familiar with. It concerned him.

Had he done something to upset his boyfriend, Noctis wondered? It had been an ordinary day, and Prompto had been fine that morning, chattering on about all the great pictures he'd taken over the weekend with far to much energy than Noctis deemed healthy for so early in the morning. Lunch had gone about the same, but come study hall, Prompto had become...subdued? Noctis wasn't good with words and that was the only one he could come up with.

"You seem uncharacteristically unenthused today, Prompto." Ignis turned his attention to Prompto, undoubtedly noticing that Noctis was no longer paying attention. "Hm?" Prompto turned his head forward. Instantly his demeanor took a one-eighty turn. "Oh, I was just letting you guys talk about your official stuf. Kinda boring to this commoner. Hey, Iggy, you'll get a kick out of this. So you know whe have a ferret in the classroom, right? So this guy Mathias, kinda the class clown..." Prompto enthusiasticly regaled Ignis with the tale of aforementioned classmate getting his just comeuppance for picking on the class pet by getting bitten on the finger and bleeding all over his letter jacket. It got a chuckle from Ignis but never once did Prompto look at Noctis. The story was wrapping up just in time for Ignis to pull the car into the parking garage. "Now when in return in a few hours, I expect homework to be finished. No 'distractions.'" The last word was pointed with an inflection that gave it just the meaning Ignis meant to convey: homework first, then sex. Or at least that's how Noctis understood it. "Gotcha, Specks." "Sure thing, Iggy. Thanks for the ride." "Certainly. I'll see you at six." Ignis let them out of the car and left to go about his own business. Prompto walked slowly and Noctis kept pace. He knew something was amis but could not for his life figure out what the blond could be put off about. Without preamble, Noctis felt Promoto grab hold of his shirt collar, push him back and slam him against the nearest wall. Prompto put his hands against the cool concrete wall of the parking garage on either side of Noct's shoulders and Noctis felt like he'd just been slammed to the mat by Gladio. He had no idea Promoto was so strong. "Prompto, what the fuck?" he yelled, then thought better of it and lowered his voice. "You know my crownsguard watch these cameras." Prompto smirked, and Noctis did t know weather to be worried or turned on by how predatory he looked with his lips turned up and teeth just slightly bared. "Yeah, well, if they haven't figured out we're fucking by now, they seriously need to rethink their life choices." "That's not the point! What is this, you don't talk to me the whole way home, then you pin me against a wall where anyone can see us? What the Hell?" "Let people see. I want people to know who's the only one who gets to touch you." Noctis clenched his teeth and practically growled his boyfriends name. "Prompto! What is this about?" Prompto leaned in towards Noct's face. Lips against his ear, he whispered, "Celine." Noctis froze. At the end of lunch, Celine, easily the prettiest girl in their entire Senior class, had snuck up behind him, grabbed his hand and whispered something in his ear before winking at him and disapearing into the crowd. Noctis had been so taken aback he hadn't even registered what she'd said but looking back, it was after lunch that Promptos strange behavior had begun. Was he...jealous Prompros lips were still pressed agains Nocts ear. "She has a crush on you, you know?" Noctis scoffed. "Celine has a crush on my title, Prom. She's a notorious gold digger and you know I can't stand her." He was almost offended by the very concept of Prompto thinking he could ever want someone else, but seeing the fire in his boyfriends eyes and feeling the heat of his body trapping him, his lips against him so possessively...it was actually pretty hot. Noctis wondered if Prompto noticed the growing bulge in the front of his pants. "Oh, I know." Prompto's voice was to cheery for their present situation. "I just want everyone else to know who's you are." Noctis closed his eyes and sighed when Prompto's younger started tracing the shell of his ear. "So who do you belong to?" Noctis could hear the smirk in Promptos voice and feel it against his neck. "You." "Say my name." "Promoto. I belong to you, Prompto." "Good." Prompto licked the soft skin just below Noct's ear before biting down hard, making Noctis yelp from the sudden sharp pain. Lips latched around the bite mark and Prompto sucked hard in a way that was sure to leave a prominent mark, which was Prompto's intent. "GET A ROOM YOU DAMN HORNEY BRATS!" Immediately the separated from each other. The turned in the direction of the voice to see a neighbor that they both recognized but did not know by name. He did not wait for a response before going about his way. Prompto shot Noctis a smug look. Apparently they were discovering an exhibition kink in Prompto that no one knew existed. "Continue upstsirs?" Noctis had been heavily turned on before, but getting caught gave him a rush that made his heart race and his head spin. He nodded. They practically ran to Noct's apartment. ...... They waisted no time once inside. The door slammed closed and Noctis slammed into the door with Prompto's hand on his chest. Prompto used his arms to encase Noctis the same way he had before and kissed him fiercely. So fiercely in fact that Noctis found it difficult to kiss back. His head was pinned to the door by Prompto's face so he just opened his mouth and allowed Prompto's lips, death, and tongue to ravage him. He moaned into the kiss and rocked his hips forward, letting Prompto know what he wanted. Prompto pressed his body against Noctis and rolled his hips, and they eacj felt that they were both just as hard. Prompto pulled back with a wet smack. "Wrap your arms around my neck." Noctis did as instructed but did not expect what came next. Prompto graves Noct's thighs and hoisted him up, using his own body weight to pin Noctis against the door. He held on light with his arms and wrapped his legs around Promptos waist. Noctis was shocked and thrilled by this new development. While Prompto had of course topped before, he had never been this aggressive. Being pinned and claimed so roughly by his boyfriend whose strength Noctis had never realized before today was almost enough to make him come right then and there. They were perfectly aligned so that when Prompto thrust forward, their clothed erections brushed together with a beautiful friction that caused them both to moan. Pressed hard between Prompto and the door, Noctis was unable to move while Prompto rutted against him, increasing strength and speed by the second. He knew he was close when Prompto brought his face to his neck and licked the mark he had left earlier. "Mine." "YES! Yours. Prompto-" Noctis came in his pants. Something he hadn't done whike awake sense the onset of puberty. He felt like he was floating, being pinned there in a haze. Prompto's thrusts became almost brutal as he bore down on Noctis, chasing his own release. He gripped Noct's thighs, allowing him to thrust harder and after still until he came with a shout with his face buried in Nocts neck and his body tensed agains his spent partner. While they both caught their breath, Prompto gently lowered Noctis down on shaking legs. Noctis had to lean back against the door to steady himself. "Fuck, Prom." Prompto smirked. "Maybe later. Iggy's already gonna kill me." Noctis nodded. "Yeah, we should probably get cleaned up and get to work." So much for no distractions.

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Some more angst. It’s great.

In hindsight, Noctis should have expected this.

“I’m sorry, Highness, but you are a child,” The Marshal stares coldly down at him. “You did well to follow these leads, but from here, we cannot risk you or your own on this mission. It’s dangerous.”

“Cor, my best friend is in danger. I’m going to fucking help him.”

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Flowers on the Windowsill (Gladnis)

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Summary: One day when Ignis is cleaning the parlor of the Lucius Caelum manor, he sees a handsome gardener and immediately falls in love.

Features Butler!Ignis and Gardener!Gladio. Enjoy!

The first time Ignis noticed him, he was humming.

Ignis had been cleaning the front parlor, dusting the grand bookcase across from the wide open window overlooking the front lawn when he heard it: a slow, sweet melody that was offset by the low, graveled voice that hummed it. It took Ignis by surprise even though it shouldn’t have. He wasn’t the only one working for the Lucian prince after all. Yet, he whipped his head around, looking for the source.

His eyes fell on a large figure outside of the window. The man was hunched over, And Ignis could only see the top of his head and the wide expanse of his shoulders. “Just the gardener,” Ignis thought, shedding his worry. Yet, his eyes lingered, drawn in by the song like a ship to a siren. The gardener rose up to stretch, and Ignis’s heart nearly stopped.

The gardener was a bear of a man, tall and muscular with a broad chest and chiseled jawline. As he stretched, the buttons of his green shirt strained against his pectorals. His rolled-up sleeves showed the hint of a black tattoo etched into his muscular arms. He was – for lack of a better term – built, Ignis thought before glancing up to take in the man’s face. The gardener lifted his cap and wiped an arm against his forehead. He was drenched in sweat, but that didn’t take away from his good looks. He had a strong brow and deep caramel-colored eyes. Caramel-colored eyes that were looking right at him.

Oh.

The man on the other side of the parlor window smirked, his lips curling with amusement. He gave a two-fingered wave to Ignis. “Hey,” he said, his voice rich, deep, and rough, fitting his appearance like a leather glove.

Ignis offered a shaky wave back, a slight redness creeping up his neck. “Hello,” he replied, trying to keep his voice calm.

“You’re Noct’s butler, yeah?” the gardener asked, leaning against the window ledge. “I’ve seen you around. What’s your name?”

“Ignis,” he responded quietly, his mouth dry.

“Sorry, what was that?” the man on the other side of the window asked. “Didn’t hear ya.”

“Ignis. My name is Ignis Stupeo Sciencia,” Ignis replied, louder this time but his mouth just as dry. “You’re correct. I am the prince’s personal butler.”

The gardener smiled even wider. “Ignis, huh? Suits you. I’m Gladiolus Amicitia, but call me Gladio.”

“Gladio…” Ignis repeated, letting the name linger against his lips. “Your name suits you as well.”

A handsome name for a handsome man.

Gladio grinned again. He opened his mouth to say something, but a voice from across the lawn called out, “Quit slacking, Gladio! I’ve seen snails that move faster than you do!”

Gladio looked over his shoulder at the source of the voice and groaned. He looked back at Ignis and tipped his cap, saying with a smile, “Duty calls. I’ll see you around, Ignis.”

He rushed off before Ignis had a chance to say anything more. The butler watched as Gladio retreated across the lawn to catch up with whoever was calling to him. Ignis sighed deeply, letting himself take in the larger man’s beautiful form. Once Gladio had disappeared from view, Ignis turned around, returning to his cleaning.

When he turned back towards the window, there was no sign of Gladio. Instead, there were several small white camellia flowers scattered along the windowsill. Ignis smiled, gathered them into a bunch, and put them in a small round vase on the side table.

Two days later, Ignis caught sight of Gladio by the window again. Today, he wore a plaid shirt with the sleeves ripped off, showing more of the intricate black tattoo that crawled down his shoulders. Ignis could now see that they were feathers, strong and formidable as the man they adorned. Gladio was trimming the hedge just below the window, carefully pruning unruly leaves. Ignis couldn't help but stare. There was an artistry to Gladio’s methods that Ignis appreciated – at least, that’s what he told himself – when he realized he had been staring for a solid minute.

Gladio glanced up from his work and immediately noticed Ignis through the window. He smiled and rapped on the window, offering a little wave. Ignis waved back and opened the parlor window. “I didn’t mean to disturb you from your work, Gladio. I was simply intrigued by how you manage to keep the shrubbery looking so precise.”

Gladio smiled, rubbing the back of his head in a mildly embarrassed gesture. “It’s nothin’ special. Just doing my job. From what Noct tells me, you do some pretty impressive stuff yourself, Ignis.”

Ignis was taken aback. “Noct speaks of me to you?” he asked, his eyebrows raising. “Goodness. I’m afraid to ask what he’s mentioned to you.”

Gladio laughs. “Nothing embarrassing. He says you’re a pretty good cook. Says you make the best desserts outside of Tennebrae.”

“Well that’s the first time I’ve heard that,” Ignis snorted. “He does nothing but criticize my cooking to me.”

Gladio laughs again. His laughter is deep and warm and filled with deep sincerity that made every other laugh Ignis had ever heard seem fake in comparison. “Noct’s just like that. But hell, the fact that he’s even talking about you to someone like me really does say something about how much he looks up to you.”

Ignis fumbled with his hands, looking down to hide the pink that tinged his cheeks. “That really does make me feel quite special. Thank you for telling me.”

“No problem,” Gladio responded, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the windowsill. “So, about those desserts. You wouldn’t happen to have any lying around, would you? I’ve heard so much about them that I’m pretty curious.”

“Do you really think that someone like Noctis would leave any leftover dessert?” Ignis smiled soberly, “That boy will devour anything other than vegetables. No matter how hard I try…” The disappointment on the Gladio’s face flashed onto his features. Ignis felt a slight pang of guilt in his chest for not immediately offering baked goods. “But I can certainly make extras for you. It’s no trouble.”

Gladio’s expression perked up. “You’d do that? I’d like that a lot!” His grin was shining so brightly that Ignis couldn’t help but return the smile. “Same time tomorrow then? If it’s not too soon.”

“Tomorrow is fine by me,” Ignis responded, stifling a laugh at Gladio’s puppy-like exuberance towards the promise of a homemade treat.

Gladio picked up his shears and said, “Tomorrow then. I’ll be looking forward to it.” He walked away, bouncing excitedly with every step, a big grin plastering his face. But a few steps in, he turned and walked back to the window, going back to clipping the hedges. “I got so excited, I forgot I wasn’t even done here,” he said, laughing sheepishly.

For the first time in a long time, Ignis let out a deep, sincere laugh. He turned away, leaving Gladio to his work, returning to his own duties, all the while, thinking of Gladio and what dessert he would make that night.

When Ignis returned to the parlor, Gladio had left, leaving behind neatly trimmed hedges and a small bundle of blue salvia flowers on the window ledge where the camellias had been before.

Two hours had passed, and Ignis still hadn’t decided what to make for Gladio.

He could have made a three-course meal in the time it took him just to decide what dessert to make.

Ignis felt a bit silly being so particular about a simple dessert for the gardener he had only met twice, but deep down, he wanted the experience to be perfect. Ignis was a perfectionist to fault, which led him to being hunched over the wide marble island in the center of the manor’s kitchen, scribbling and almost immediately crossing out any idea that came to his head in his small grey notebook.

Two loud sets of footsteps approached the kitchen, accompanied by loud, familiar chatter. “Oh, hey Ignis!” Noctis’s golden-haired friend called out in his loud and musical voice. “Whatcha workin’ on over there?”

Noctis and Prompto circled on either side of him, trying to glance over the young butler’s shoulder at the notepad. Ignis sighed and removed his glasses, rubbing them on the hem of his crisp black jacket. “If you must intrude, I’m trying to decide what to bake for dessert.”

“That’s a lot of X’s,” Noctis remarked, his eyes scanning down the page. “What’s the celebration?”

“Nothing in particular,” Ignis said, trying not to give away too much to the nosy crown prince and his equally curious friend. “One of the staff members expressed interest in my baking. I simply thought it would be an amicable gesture to offer something for their interest.”

Prompto and Noctis looked at the list and at each other, as though they could communicate telepathically. Noctis smiled and leaned forward beside Ignis. “He must be cute if you’re putting this much work into it.”

Ignis’s ears burned as Noctis looked over the list, completely aware of how much he had made Ignis feel embarrassed. “T-that’s none of your concern,” Ignis stammered, hands clenched against the marble ledge.

“Sure it is,” Noctis responded casually, flipping through the pages of the notebook. Prompto leaned forward, glancing over the list in Noctis’s hand. He let out a small hum and pointed to one of the recipe ideas. “What about this one?” he asked, leaning forward to get a better look at what was actually written on the page. “It’s the only one on the whole list that hasn’t been marked out. What does that say? Who even writes in cursive anymore? Cliff – cliffon – oh, chiffon cake?” Sounds fancy.”

Ignis glanced over at the notebook in Noctis’s hands. Sure enough, among a sea of crossed out desserts was a single, unblemished idea. He knew why: chiffon cake was easily one of his favorite cakes – light and fluffy with the subtlest sweetness. Ignis could feel his stomach purr at the thought of a chiffon cake. But would Gladio even like it? Gladio didn’t really seem like the type to go for “light and airy”. His eyebrows furrowed as he debated internally, weighing the pros with all the potential cons. “Um, hello? Earth to Ignis? You okay there, buddy?” Prompto asked, waving his hands in front of Ignis’s eyes. “You’re totally zoning out man.”

“My apologies,” Ignis responded, snapping back to reality. “I suppose I did get lost in my own thoughts.”

Noctis leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter, and looked up at Ignis with a knowing gaze. “You should totally make chiffon cake. It’s one of your favorites, right? If you’re this worried about what to make, the person you’re making it for must be someone you want to impress. You should share stuff you like with people like that. And besides,” he continued, smirking cheekily, jamming his thumb against his chest, “This important person could totally go for some chiffon cake.”

“Nooooct!” Prompto groaned, elbowing his friend roughly as if he wasn’t the Lucian crown prince. “You’re shameless!”

As the two boys laughed and proceeded to prod and tease each other, Ignis exhaled with a soft smile before pulling out his book of recipes and flipping to a familiar page.

Ignis showed up thirty minutes before he and Gladio were supposed to meet. He fidgeted slightly, looking over at the tray of chiffon cakes, neatly decorated with creamy frosting and strawberries. He continued to glance towards the window as though looking would somehow make the time go by faster. Based on the grandfather clock by the parlor door, it seemed to have quite the opposite effect.

How could only five minutes have passed? It feels like I’ve been sitting here for hours…

He calmly reminded himself that he was early and lifted off the couch to at least do something with his hands to pass the time. He strode over to the bookcase and searched for a book: just something to read to pass the time.

“I recommend Essences and Permutations. Don’t let the cover fool you. It’s actually pretty interesting.”

Ignis nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the familiar voice behind him. He turned slowly towards the window, locking eyes with none other than the man he had been waiting for – twenty-five minutes early, no less. Ignis tried to hide his excitement with a small smile and said, “Oh? You consider yourself the book connoisseur?”

Gladio hooked his arms through the window, striking a brilliant contrast to the white windowsill with his black-inked arms and dark grey shirt. He was smiling lazily back at Ignis, loose and easy with no discernable care in the world. “You could say that. It might be presumptuous of me, but I’d be willing to wager that I’ve read more books than even you have, Iggy.”

“Iggy?” Ignis responded to the nickname, unsure of what to make of it.

“You got a problem with nicknames?” Gladio asked, resting his palm against his jaw. “I think it suits you.”

Ignis flushed, his heart pounding down to his fingertips. “I-if you think so, then I can’t say I’m completely opposed to the nickname.”

“Cool,” Gladio said softly, glancing at the book in Ignis’s hands. “So, what are you reading? I might have read it.”

Ignis glanced down at the book in his hands. He had read the book before: a stunning blue and gold copy of Cosmogony that detailed the history of legends from the Lucius Caelum history. He raised the book to show the cover to Gladio, “I’ve already read this one: many times in fact. Surely a self-proclaimed book connoisseur has read this.”

The smile on Gladio’s face widened, showing his pearly white teeth. “Of course. Everyone in the three continents has read that one.”

“Everyone except for Prince Noctis,” Ignis responded coyly. “The only way he’d read it is if I attached it to the end of a fishing pole.”

Gladio laughed, just as sincerely and warmly as he had during their past meeting. “Noct really is a piece of work. Whoever has to take care of him must really have their work cut out for them.”

Ignis smiled knowingly, “Oh, I’m sure he manages somehow.”

They both looked at each other for a moment before simultaneously bursting into roaring laughter. Gladio clutched his chest from laughing so hard, and Ignis removed his glasses to wipe away the tears in the corners of his eyes from laughing so hard. When their laughter died down into soft chuckles, Gladio stammered through laughs, “Damn. I haven’t laughed that hard in ages. I think I just used muscles I didn’t know I had!”

“Now that’s just absurd, Gladio,” Ignis smiled. “You seem to be well acquainted with all of your muscles.”

Gladio didn’t shy away from the compliment. Instead he grinned and flexed his right arm, letting his bicep swell and recede with every pump of his wrist. “Huh, guess you’re right. This arm and I are basically best friends. Don’t tell the left arm though. I think it’d get jealous.”

Ignis snorted in response, settling down in the chair by the windowsill. “I brought cake for you to try. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I made something simple that I thought you’d enjoy no matter what your dessert preferences may be.”

Gladio’s eyes sparkled as Ignis handed him a plate. “My dessert preference is pretty much ‘there for my consumption’, but this looks amazing!” He waited until Ignis had a plate for himself before cutting off a piece of cake with his fork and shoving it into his mouth. Gladio froze for a moment before practically melting into the window ledge. “Iggy, this is amazing! It tastes so good! I’m at a loss for words that aren’t good and amazing because it’s just that good and amazing!”

Gladio wolfed down another bite (more like half the cake), and smiled with crinkling eyes. “You really are an amazing baker! Noct was so right. Guess I have to give him credit for something. Damn! I need to stop talking because talking means I’m not eating.”

Ignis felt like he was smiling so much that his face hurt. He hadn’t touched his own cake, rather contented to simply watch Gladio enjoy his own slice. His heart was positively soaring with joy that Gladio liked the cake so much. The gardener was scraping the bottom of the plate with his fork, trying to get every scrap of cake and frosting. Ignis held out his own plate to Gladio, whose eyes bugged out. “Iggy, I couldn’t…”

“There’s still more cake in the kitchen. I can have another slice later. Please, take it,” Ignis lied, pushing the cake further towards Gladio. The gardener hesitated for only a moment before taking the cake with a simple, “Thanks, Iggy.”

“It’s no trouble.”

Gladio got through half of the cake before setting the plate down, looking up at Ignis with hopeful eyes. “Can we do this again? It doesn’t have to be cake next time. I’d try anything you made.”

Ignis smiled softly, “Certainly.”

They continued to chat at the window: about food, work, books, Prince Noctis – anything really. They would have stayed there for hours if Gladio hadn’t been called away, scolded for slacking off work again. Gladio sighed and looked up at Ignis. “I guess I’ll see you later?”

“Of course,” Ignis responded, kneeling by the window. “I’ll be waiting.”

Ignis watched Gladio walk away, slouched over as he headed towards his supervisor. He sighed, looking longingly at Gladio – the way his hair fell against his shoulders, the curve of his elbow as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, the way his jeans clung so perfectly to his backside. Ignis’s face burned. He truly was smitten with the attractive gardener. He turned around before Gladio had a chance to look back and notice how red the butler’s face had probably become, stacking the practically clean dishes onto the tray. He pressed his gloved hands against his face, feeling his cheeks’ radiating warmth. “What am I doing?” he asked himself, his face still cradled in his hands. “This is probably a foolish endeavor.”

He took the tray back to the kitchen and continued his duties for the day. When he passed the parlor later that afternoon, he noticed a spot of red on the windowsill. Waiting for him was a single red tulip.

The next day was unusually hot.

Ignis had removed his jacket and rolled up his crisp white sleeves. The usually open windows of the parlor were closed to keep the manor cool, but Ignis wanted so much to open the window for the one person he desired to see. He tried not to get his hopes too high up as he cleaned the parlor tables, but kept glancing towards the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of dark hair or tanned skin, but no such luck. Ignis sunk into one of the plush seats of the parlor and looked through the window. He admired Gladio’s immaculate shrubs along the window and the pink peonies that decorated the walkway surrounding the elegant fountain. His eyes followed the walkway, taking in the white irises and lavender and the daylilies that hadn’t yet bloomed. All these flowers had been cared for by Gladio. All touched by his hands.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a familiar figure hunched over, digging into the sprinkler system. Gladio wore only a black tank top, his face drenched in sweat. Ignis pitied him and he knew he should have rushed to the kitchen and gotten the gardener a glass of water or lemonade or something, but he couldn’t help but stare longingly at Gladio. Ignis licked his lips and scooted towards the window, watching longingly as Gladio worked, muscles straining as he worked to repair a part of the sprinkler. He stretched, pushing his hair back from his face, breathing heavily from the heat. Ignis’s heart was pounding as he watched Gladio reach behind himself, lifting the shirt from his back and pulling it up and over his head, giving his uninvited guest an unobstructed view of his sculpted chest and abdominals. Ignis felt his whole body burn with want and shame, knowing he shouldn’t be staring but unable to pull his eyes away. He drank in the gardener’s body as Gladio wiped his face with his shirt. Gladio slung the tank top over his shoulder and went back to work, completely unaware of his spectator.

Ignis slumped down, his back to the window. He breathed in, begging his heart to slow down and hoping the redness in his cheeks wasn’t too apparent. He was ashamed of himself for his actions. Surely Gladio would consider him a pervert for his behavior. But despite his indignity, he had no regrets.

“Iggy?” a muffled voice asked from above and behind him. “What are you doing down there?”

The butler looked up and came face to face with the man he had just been admiring, still sweaty from his work and still, much to Ignis’s chagrin, bare-chested. Ignis swallowed thickly even though his mouth felt as dry as a Leiden summer. “Oh, erm, hello Gladio. It’s quite hot today, isn’t it?”

Gladio hummed in response, still looking at Ignis. “You don’t look so good. Do you need me to get someone to help you? I’d come in myself, but I’m kinda gross right now. Wouldn’t want to make extra work for you.”

“N-no, no! It’s fine!” Ignis stammered, rising up to face Gladio. He pushed open the window, letting cold air rush out of the parlor. Gladio exhaled in pleasure as the air hit him like a much-needed breeze, rolling back his head to give Ignis an ample view of the column of his neck and puffed-out pectorals. “Damn, feels good,” he grunted in pleasure, blissfully unaware of what he was doing to Ignis. “I haven’t had a chance to get some air all afternoon. It’s been unbearably hot today.”

“Indeed. Unbearably hot,” Ignis responded, trying not to make his attraction obvious.

“Hey, you wouldn’t mind grabbing some water for me, would you?” Gladio asked, hunching over the window. “I feel like I’ve sweated out all the water in my body. If you’re feeling up to it, that is.”

“It’s no trouble,” Ignis said abruptly. “Wait one moment.”

He rushed from the room to grab water for Gladio, ducking into the kitchen. He grabbed a cold bottle from the fridge and hurried back to the parlor. The gardener perked up when he returned and took the bottle enthusiastically from Ignis’s outstretched hand. “Thanks, Iggy. I thought I was gonna die there for a second.”

“Well we can’t have that, can we?” Ignis responded. “With you gone, who would bury the body?”

Gladio snorted and unscrewed the lid to the water bottle, drinking it with no expense for grace. Water dripped from the sides of his mouth and into his beard, down his neck, and into the cleft of his chest.

Oh gods.

Gladio let out a satisfied noise and screwed the lid back onto the bottle. “That hit the spot. What would I do without you, Iggy?”

“I’m sure you’d figure out something. You’ve managed well enough so far.”

“Yeah, I guess. But this past week has just been better,” Gladio said wistfully.

The silence between the two men was palpable. Gladio seemed lost in his own thoughts, and Ignis was lost in Gladio. He absolutely felt the same way about spending time with Gladio. He was much happier when the man was around and looked forward to seeing him every day. It was like a friendship, but different. It was so much more. Better.

Love.

Gladio took another swig from his water bottle and looked at Ignis. “Hey, have you… have you been getting my messages?”

“Messages?” Ignis asked, unsure of what Gladio was talking about.

“Nevermind,” Gladio stammered, quick to respond. “It’s nothing.”

“If you insist,” Ignis said, a bit disappointed.

Gladio hesitated for a moment, the look in his eyes saying that it most certainly was not nothing. “I, uh, I gotta get going. I still have to finish fixing a sprinkler. And you know how the boss likes to ride my ass about slacking off. I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Of course. Any time, Gladio,” Ignis responded, sadness ebbing into his words with longing for Gladio not to leave.

Gladio waved goodbye, slowly backing away without turning around. He looked like he wanted to say something, and Ignis wished he would. Anything to hear his voice and prevent them from parting, even if just for a moment. But Gladio turned around and walked away wordlessly.

When Ignis came back to the parlor in the evening doing his final check of the house, he noticed the water bottle he had given Gladio with flowers Ignis had never seen before swaying softly in the evening breeze.

“Hey, Ignis,” Noctis asked, lounging on the sofa in the parlor on a lazy Sunday afternoon. “What’s with all the flowers?”

Ignis, who had been reading in the company of the prince, glanced around the room. Every flower that had been left on the windowsill for him was in a vase in the parlor. “Do you not like having some greenery in the house, Noct? I thought they would bring some color to the room.”

Noctis glanced over at the white camellias, eyebrows raised. “Sure, color. But seriously, what’s the deal with the astilbe in the water bottle? It’s kinda weird.”

Ignis closed his book and looked up at Noctis who was glancing over at the flowers Gladio had left for him yesterday. “Astilbe? How did you know what type of flowers those are?”

The prince shrugged, settling back down onto the couch. “I hang out with Gladio sometimes. That guy knows everything about flowers. Their names, their meanings, when they bloom…”

Their meanings.

“Have you been getting my messages?”

Suddenly, everything made sense.

“That’s it!” Ignis shouted, shooting up out of his chair and letting the book on his lap topple to the floor. Noctis jumped slightly in his seat at Ignis’s sudden movement. “How could I have been so foolish?” He muttered to himself, rushing to the bookshelf and running a finger over the spines of each book. “Surely there must… Where would it be… Ah!”

He pulled out a thick book titled Encyclopedia of Plants and Flowers of the Three Continents and slammed it onto the coffee table. “Gladio has been sending me messages through the flowers.”

Now was Noctis’s turn to sit up. “Gladio? You and Gladio?” Something clicked in Noctis’s brain. “So the other day when you made that cake, it was for Gladio?” Ignis responded with a not, flipping through pages of the book with fervent concentration. “Wow. For someone as smart as you, you can be pretty blind when it comes to relationships.”

Ignis’s eyes widened. “Are you implying…”

“Ignis,” Noctis groaned. “He gave you flowers.”

“I presumed he was simply being friendly!”

“Oh my god, Ignis.”

Ignis finally found the page for astilbe and traced his finger down the page until he found what he was looking for, “Meaning,” he read aloud, “I’ll still be waiting.” Ignis looked at Noctis, who had seated himself on the floor next to Ignis. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Maybe you’re supposed to look at them in order? Which one did he give you first?” Noct asked, shifting to get a better look at the book.

“The camellias,” Ignis answered, flipping forward a few sections until he landed on the page for camellias. “Let’s see… Generally, camellias represent good luck to men along with gratitude, perfection, and contentment. However, different colored camellias have different meanings. See the table below.” Ignis looked at the table and spotted the entry for white camellias, “White camellias: you’re… adorable.” Ignis’s mouth opened and closed, somewhat unsure of what to make of the statement. “Gladio thinks I’m adorable?”

Noct, now heavily invested in searching for the flower meanings, tapped Ignis lightly on the face. “Keep going. What was next?”

“The salvia,” Ignis said, flipping far forward in the book to the “S” section. “There’s another table. Let’s see, blue salvia: wisdom, thinking of you.”

“Holy shit,” Noctis breathed, flipping through the pages of the book before Ignis had even fully let the meaning sink in. “We have to check the last one. The red tulip, right?”

Ignis nodded. His mind was cloudy and buzzing with excitement. He couldn’t believe that Gladio thought about him and put so much heart and meaning into the flowers he left for Ignis. His heart and stomach were leaping and turning and wanted so much to see Gladio and return the sentiments he had left in the flowers.

“Ignis,” Noctis whispered, shocked at what he had found. “Look at this.”

Noctis turned the book towards Ignis, pointing to the table where the red tulip’s meaning was written.

Red tulip: declaration of love.

Ignis was in complete shock. Gladio loved him? He truly loved him? It wasn’t just some mistake? He wasn't trying to give meaning to things that didn’t have a meaning? Surely not: Noctis said that Gladio knew all of the flowers’ meanings. And it made sense, what with all the other flowers’ meanings. His mind flickered back to all the times they had met: all the times they had shared. Everything just made sense and felt right.

“Ignis,” Noctis said softly, breaking the silence between them, “You have to tell him how you feel. And don’t even say that you don’t feel the same way! I know you too well, dude.”

“Yeah,” Ignis responded, his hand pressed against the pages of the book. “I know exactly how I’ll do it.”

When Ignis arrived at the parlor, Gladio was already at the window. He looked a little more kempt than usual in a soft grey shirt with a black t-shirt underneath. He looked up and smiled when Ignis walked into the parlor and leaned up against the ledge of the window. “Hey Iggy. Nice weather today.”

“Indeed it is,” Ignis responded. “You look quite nice today, Gladio.”

Gladio rubbed his nose, smearing a bit of dirt across it. “Thanks. That’s a nice compliment from someone who always looks immaculate.”

Ignis smiled softly. “I got your message.”

Gladio froze, but didn’t show any signs of sheepishness. “Oh? What’d you think?”

“Close your eyes and hold out your hand,” Ignis instructed, a coy smile creeping onto his lips.

“What?”

“Just do it.”

Gladio obeyed, closing his eyes tightly so his brows furled and his nose wrinkled. Ignis dipped down and picked up the flower he had prepared. It was velvety purple and felt soft in his hands as he pressed it against Gladio’s work-work palm. His hand lingered against Gladio’s, savoring the touch for just that moment. “Alright, open your eyes.”

Gladio opened his eyes and looked down into his hands. His mouth opened and closed, his eyes unblinking with shock and, Ignis hoped, joy. He shakily smiled, looking up into Ignis’s seafoam green eyes. “Ambrosia,” he whispered, gazing longingly at the purple flower in his hand.

“I’m guessing you understand its meaning then?” Ignis asked, leaning forward against the windowsill.

Gladio nodded. “Requited love.”

“That’s correct.”

They stood still for just a brief moment, looking at each other with knowing eyes. Ignis wasn’t sure who moved first. They hadn’t said anything. They simply moved towards each other, their heads meeting through the window, lips pressed together softly. Simply. It was as if, for just this moment, there was no one else in the world but them, surrounded by flowers and bushes and framed by the wide parlor window.

[dearmadalice]

@sweetstrawberrywitch Thank you for ognsi for that will come in useful!! MANY THANKS. Also used “Ike Siesta” instead of “Ignis Sciencia” for the record.

[music-is-a-painkiller]

Rules: Tag 20 amazing followers you want to get to know better!

tagged by: @thegazette-nsms13. Thank you! ♥  (´∇ﾉ｀*)ノ

Name: It’s a secret ヽ(〃v〃)ﾉ

Nicknames: Don’t have one.

Gender: female

Star Sign: Aquarius

Height: about 1,70 cm not quite sure.

Sexual orientation: straight

Hogwarts House: not into Harry Potter...

Favorite Colors: green

Favorite animal: I can’t decide TT^TT... penguins... maybe?

Average hours of sleep: I think about 8 :3

Cat or dog person: I own a dog ♥  ・:*(〃∇〃人)*:・

Favorite fictional characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Stupeo Sciencia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Nathan Drake, Samuel Drake, Victor Sullivan, Gan Ning, Nu Wa

tag: @just-another-nerds-little-world, @silentgazetteninja, @wild-and-violent-mind, @goddamnit-seimei, @innocent-bullet. I don’t know who else to tag :c

[ellestrix]

"Ignis Scientia" sounds like "Ignis Sciencia". Is he the flaming science man of Final Fantasy?

[thisisthedungeonthatneverends]

I Can’t Come Up With A G-Rated Tilte For This Smutfest

Ships: gladnis, promptis, OT4

Rating E

Words: 5618

This is essentially an experiment to find out how much rimming can happen in one fic. SPOILER ALERT: It’s a lot.  Check the reblogs for the AO3 link.

Gladio and Ignis made there way quickly but carefully down the rocky slope from the haven to the Regalia. It was not yet dark, but the trees provided enough shadow that the two men needed to watch their step. When they reached the car, Ignis did not think twice about reaching for the handle of the drivers door. He startled slightly when Gladio grabbed his hand and pinned him with his body against the car, hot breath already heavy on his neck, causing tingles.

“Gladio,” Ignis growled, frustration evident, “What are you doing?”

Ignis could feel Gladios lips curled into a smirk against his ear. “What does is feel like I’m doing?” he whispered seductively. His tongue slipped out and teased the other mans ear lobe.

Pinned and unable to move, Ignis huffed in a mixture of frustration and arousal. “It feels like you’re holding up progress. We’ve just enough time to make it to the shop and back before dark. No is not the time for this. Besides, we’re parked on the side of the open road. Anyone could drive by.”

Gladio chuckled darkly. “Maybe if you didn’t drive ten miles under the speed limit and you learned how to pass idiots even slower that you, we wouldn’t have time constraint issues.” Punctuating his sentence he released Ignis’ hand so he could grope his lovers ass with one hand and reach around him to palm at his crotch with the other. Feeling what was there, Gladio hummed. “Feels like we have a different kind of ‘constraint’ going on here.”

It was true that Ignis was already half hard under his primly pressed slacks. His resolve was also quickly melting away. He both hated and loved how the Shield had they effect on him.

Gladio gave the tender skin behind Ignis’ ear one last good lick before gracelessly dropping to his knees. At first Ignis thought Gladio meant to give him a blowjob and he began to turn around before the man in his knees roughly grabbed his hips to hold him in place facing the Regalia.

“You know, as much as I love the four of us messing around, sometimes I miss having you all to myself.” He said as he reached around to open the front of Ignis’ pants. The four traveling companions had in fact developed a polyamory among them, and while Gladio’s body was eagerly shared amongst his comrades and his duty lay with his prince, his heart…

Gladio’s heart belonged to Ignis, and vice versa.

“Yes, I miss it as well,” Ignis agreed, still managing to sound composed while slightly breathless.

Once Gladio had the button and zipper undone, he pulled the pants and checkered pattern boxer-briefs down in one swift motion.

“Damn Iggy, you have such a wonderful ass.” He could not see it from their position, but he was certain of the intense blush that was spreading across the advisers face at the complement. “Bend over.”

Ignis bent over the door almost all the way into the open convertible and spread his legs shoulder width. Now that he know what his lover was up to, his heart began to race and his hardening cock twitched against the car door.

Gladio admired shapely ass before him with his eyes only for a moment before taking one cheek in each hand and gently messaging them. He felt the muscles tighten momentarily before relaxing again. He smirked when Ignis gave an appreciative hum. Gently he spread them apart to reveal his goal.

“Oh, yeah…” Gladio nearly whispered. As much as he wanted to dive in and devour Ignis like the starving predator he felt like, he wanted to take his time to enjoy this. Despite what Ignis had said before, Gladio knew he had plenty of time before the others began to worry for them (Noctis and Prompto were most likely engaged in similarly nefarious activities anyway…) So slowly and teasingly, he stuck out his tongue and danced it ever so lightly against the tight muscled ring of Ignis’ ass. He smiled when he heard Ignis in hail sharply.

Ignis closed his eyes and gripped the car door tightly. How such a feather light touch could bring such electrifying sensation he would never fully understand. He tensed slightly at the initial contact but willed himself to relax. He knew he should open his eyes and watch the road for anyone passing by, but he could not bring himself to focus on anything but the pure pleasure of Gladio’s tongue against him. After the stress the group had endured lately, he deserved to allow himself and his lover this.

Gladio teased with the tip of his tongue for as long as he could stand it. Needing to taste more, he flattened his tongue against the tight hole and began lapping in earnest. The way the advisers breath began to hasten and hitch encouraged him and it was not long before he felt his own cock strain again this tight leather pants.

“I’m gonna lick you open nice and slick before I fuck you.”

When a breathy moan was his only response, Gladio tried harder to get a more vocal reply. He readjusted his hands to spread Ignis as far as he could, then slowly pushed his tongue into the twitching hole.

And Ignis moaned.

It was such a deep, full, unrestrained sound that went straight to Gladio’s now fully hard (and painfully restrained) cock and he moaned in return. He quickened his pace of slipping his tongue in and out of the tight ring until the man above him began to quiver and gasp.

Ignis was so lost in bliss that only later would he recall that a vehicle had just sped past them. In the moment however, he only knew intense pleasure and ache for release. He began unconsciously rocking his hips forward, rubbing his cock against the car door.

“Gladio-” he gasped.

Feeling his partners desperation, Gladio reluctantly pulled away and brought himself up to stand on shaky legs. He quickly opened his pants and pulled out his cock. He gave himself a few long strokes while relishing in the sight of a bilissed out and disheveled Ignis bent over for him before digging out a small vile of lube from his back pocket (always prepared for the best) and slicked himself down, knowing his saliva would not be quite enough lubrication to last for full penetration.

Gladio lined himself up and just barely pushed. He knew it was going to be tight sense he had not properly prepped Ignis, and he wished he had time for that. He bent over Ignis and caught the shell of his ear in his teeth.

“Tell me to,” Gladio practically growled.

It took a moment for Ignis to comprehend that he had been spoken to, let alone the words that had been said. “To…to what?”

“You know what,” Gladio replied. “Tell me to do it. You know I love it when you talk dirty. And use my whole name.”

Ignis turned a shade of red he would have been embarrassed to see for himself. He nodded. “Fuck me, Gladiolus.”

And he did. He pushed in gradually and winced when Ignis gasped in what he knew had to have been pain. He knew better than to offer to stop though, and kept pushing forward at a steady pace. When he bottomed out he held his place and waited for the smaller framed man to adjust. After s few moments, Ignis nodded, and Gladio knew that as his signal to move. He rolled his hips and both men moaned loud enough that in the backs of their minds they wonder d if they could be heated back at camp. Not that the other two would mind (or notice in the midst of their own doings…)

“Ah…Gladio…harder.”

Gladio almost came from the rare but hot as hell verbal request, but held himself back.

“Fuck yes!” He replied and fulfilled the request. Gladio grabbed Ignis tight by the hips and fucked into him unabashed. Their angle was perfect for each rough thrust to hit Ignis right it prostate and he cried out his lovers name strung together with nonsense syllables. It wasn’t long before he was coming hard against the door, tight heat clenching around Gladio to cause him to fall seconds after.

They stood there like that, basking in the afterglow of an incredible orgasm when a pink convertible, top down, filled with young women, passed by. They slowed as they passed and cheered before speeding on ahead.

Ignis stood with his mouth agape and coughed when he realized he wasn’t breathing.

“Oh dear GODS I have never been so mortified!” The adviser turned away from the road in complete shame and pulled his pants back up possibly faster than he ever had in his life.

Gladio just laughed. “Oh come on Iggy. We probably just made those girls’ entire week.”

Ignis huffed indignantly and smoothed out his cloths. “Well at least someone is amused.”

“You’re the only one who isn’t.” Noting that his lover was truly disturbed by what had happened, Gladio’s expression softened and he rested s comforting hand on the advisers shoulder. “Come on now. It’s not like they have any idea who we are, or like we’ll ever see them again. No one’s hurt, nothing’s been damaged, we’ll be alright. Okay?”

Realizing there was nothing that could be done, Ignis sighed. “I suppose you’re right. Come on now. We need to get to the shop and back before Noctis and Prompto worry for us. ”

“Yeah, you’re right. What do you think those kids are up to right now, anyway?”

The rocky ground of the haven dug into Prompto’s knees but he didn’t care. He was exactly where he wanted to be: on his knees in front of Noctis, the Royal cock down his throat.

“Fuck yeah, Prom,” Noctis praised, both hands tangled in the gunners hair. “Your mouth is so fucking good.”

Prompto hummed around Noct’s cock, the vibrations of his throat causing Noctis to moan and thrust into the hot mouth. The blonde had long sense trained away his gag reflex, so it slid easily farther back. Then suddenly Noctis pulled out with a low growl. “Please don’t stop, Noct,” Prompto begged, “I want it in my mouth; want to taste you,”

Noctis chuckled. “Don’t worry Prom. I always take good care of you, don’t I?”

Prompto nodded. Noctis circled Prompto and stopped behind him. He knelt down and reached around the blonde, practiced fingers making quick work of the of his tight pants and pulling them down just past his ass. He pushed carefully on the middle of Prompto’s back. “Hands and knees,” Noctis instructed.

Prompto obeyed, placing his palms on the rough ground and arching his back to stick his ass out as far as he could. Noctis roughly groped one cheek in each hand, spreading him out. He worked up a mouthful of saliva and spit at Prompto’s opening.

The gunner wined when he felt Noct’s spit trickle over his hole, down his taint and onto his balls. “You gonna eat my ass? Hu, Noct?”

Noctis answered not with words boy with action. Without preamble he brought his face down and licked. He trailed the full length of his tongue up from Prompto’s balls, over his twitching hole all the way to the crack repeating while relishing in the blondes gasps and small cries.

“I’m about to fuck you so hard,” Noctis said, lewd words muffled against Prompto’s damp entrance.

“Mmmm…Noct…you know I love it when you fuck me, but I still want your cum in my mouth.”

“You’re a little cumslut aren’t you,” Noctis replied with a smirk. “Don’t worry, Prom. I’ll give you what you need. Always do.”

“Yes…Noct…so good to me. Want you.”

“You have me, Prompto. Every part of me.” Noctis reached into his pocket for the tiny bottle of lube he kept there (Gladio taught him to always be prepared…) and poured it sloppily directly onto his cock before lining up. Almost as an afterthought, he smeared some onto Prompto before gripped the blondes thighs. He wanted to be rough, but in the interest of not hurting his one true lover, he slowly pushed in finding it difficult to keep himself from simply slamming into the tight heat. He bottomed out in due time, and Prompto proved to be impatient.

“Please don’t stop. I’m ready; just fuck me!”

“You asked for it.” Noctis pulled almost fully out and slammed back in hard. Prompto screamed and Noctis fleetingly wondered if it was a scream of pain. If it was the blond wasn’t complaining, so he set a brutal pace of pulling almost all the way back and snapping his hips forward fast and hard. The sweet spot deep inside Prompto was hit with almost every thrust and he could feel himself getting close within minutes.

“Noct…close…touch me…”

Noctis changed his pace, thrusting more shallowly but harder and faster. He reached under Prompto and pumped his cock in time with his fucking. Leaning forward and supporting his weight with one arm at Prompto’s side, he whispered with his lips brushing Prompto’s ear, “Say my name when you come.”

That order pushed Prompto over, and he came in thick bursts all over Noct’s hand screaming. “Noctis! NOCTIS!!”

“Prompto!” Noctis screamed in kind spilled deep inside the wailing blond.

Prompto’s arms gave out and his elbows buckled, causing him to fall forward, chest slamming into the ground painfully.

“Y'okay, Prom?”

Prompto huffed. “Yeah, m'okay.” Then after he realized what Noctis had done, he wined “Nooooct, you said you would-”

“Shh, I told you I’d give you what you need,” he repeated, “and I will. Turn over on your back.”

Prompto turned over carefully, causing Noct’s softening cock to slip out of him. Noctis pushed Prompto’s knees back again this chest, raising his ass into the air.

“Any idea what I’m doing?” Noctis asked teasingly.

“Hu?” Prompto questioned, still a little delirious.

Noctis leaned down into Prompto’s ass once more and watched his own cum seep out of the swollen hole. Willing to let nothing escape, he stuck out his tongue and caught the fluid as it dripped down.

Prompto keened and squirmed, already overly sensitive. “Noct, you just came inside me and you’re…”

“Mmhm,” Noctis hummed his confirmation, he pushed his tongue into the loosened entrance, allowing cum to spill into his open mouth. Once his mouth was full he had to make a conscious effort not to swallowed instinctively. He crawled over Prompto and leaned over him, grinning with his full mouth closed. He gently tapped Prompto’s lips with one finger. Wide eyed in anticipation, Prompto opened his mouth. Noctis kissed him, his own mouth open and pushed the entire mouthful from one mouth to the other with his tongue. Prompto moaned into Noct’s mouth and drank it up greedily. They kissed for a few moments, languid and sloppy, savoring the taste of each others mouths combined with the product of Noct’s release.

When Noctis pulled away, Prompto laughed breathlessly. “Sweet Six, that was amazing!”

Noctis licked his lips, still tasting himself, and smiled. “You really are a little cumslut, aren’t you?”

Prompto propped himself up on his elbows, bringing himself nose to nose with Noctis. “Yeah, but you know I’m your little cumslut.” He was about to kiss Noctis when they were startled by a voice at the edge of the haven.

“Correction,” Ignis said, walking up with a sack of groceries, followed closely by Gladio, “Our little cumslut.”

Noctis stood with (surprisingly given the circumstances) the grace of the prince he was, looking as smug as he could with his pants undone. “I don’t have to share him, you know. I had him first.”

Gladio chuckled and approached Noctis until they were face to face. “You love letting both of us fuck you and your little boy toy and you know it,” he teased and licked Noct’s chin clean of a drop of cum that had dripped out of his mouth. He hummed his appreciation and looked back to Ignis. “Dessert first?”

Ignis sighed. “I’m afraid not, Gladio. It’s already beginning to darken and I have dinner to prepare. Man cannot live on sex alone, unfortunately.” The adviser walked away in the direction of the cooking supplies, then stopped. “However,” he said, turning around with a smirk, “don’t let me stop you from having your fun.”

As Ignis set to work on dinner, Gladio, Noctis, and Prompto looked back and forth at each other.

Should they fuck without him?

Noctis noticed something just slightly off about the way Ignis moved. He gave Gladio a knowing look.

“So, Gladio,” he teased, “What were you and Specks up to? You were gone a little too long for a quick grocery trip.”

Gladio smiles at Noctis seductively. “I could tell you. But I think I’ll show you instead. Get down on your hands and knees, Princess.”

Noctis moved to follow Gladio’s instruction, but stopped and helped Prompto to his feet. He whispered something in the blonds ear, and a sly smile sneaked across his lips.

“Hey, Gladio,” Prompto said with a wink, “Pull your pants down.”

Gladio raised an eyebrow. “What was that now?” It was rare for Prompto to be assertive toward Gladio during sex, but Gladio was always intrigued when it happened.

Prompto said nothing; he only nodded toward the larger man’s pants. Gladio shrugged. He unbuckled his belt and pushed the tight leather down far enough that the important things were exposed. Only then did Noctis follow Gladio’s earlier instruction, pulling his own pants down and dropping to his hands and knees. Gladio knelt behind him, which was difficult with his pants bunched up at his thighs, but he made due. He reached out to grope Noct’s ass, but stopped when Prompto knelt behind him and latched his lips onto his neck.

Gladio let out a heavy breath. “Not that I don’t love how you work your mouth, Blondie, but what are you up to?”

Prompto licked a strip up Gladio’s neck to his ear and nipped at his earlobe. “I’m gonna lick your ass and you’re gonna copy what I do to you on Noct.”

Gladio’s moan at this suggestion was low and gruff. “You devious little brat, Noct,” he said with a quick slap to Noct’s ass, sparking a startled shout from Noctis. “This was your idea?”

“Guilty as charged,” Noctis confessed.

“Well then, Blondie, guess you better get to it then.”

Prompto had to almost lay on his stomach to get into position to bring his face level with Gladio’s ass, but he managed it. He started by peppering wet, sloppy kisses over one tightly muscled cheek, then the other.

“Hmf, little tease,” Gladio muttered and leaned down to mimic Prompto’s kisses. His muscles rippled at the sensation brought by the blond’s lips, and under his own lips he felt the same ripples from Noctis.

“C’mon, Prom,” Noctis urged, “Stop teasing.”

Prompto smirked. “Your idea.” To make his point he switched from kisses to light nibbles and bites. Gladio’s breath grew heavier and Noctis whimpered when Gladio began to bite him in time with Prompto.

“You want it, Big Guy?” Prompto breathed against Gladio’s ass. “How ‘bout you, Noct?”

“Yeah, lick his ass, Prom,” Noctis answered.

“Oh, you mean like this,” Prompto teased and licked over his most recent bite mark.

“Smartass,” Gladio said and copied the motion.

Prompto laughed, “Nice ass.” He tightly gripped one cheek in each hand. “Okay, fine, I’ll stop teasing. I know juust how you like it.” He spread Gladio’s ass, pressed his face in and immediately began lavishing attention on the opening. He swirled his tongue around it and moved his mouth in the same way he would if he were making out with someone, knowing Gladio liked it wet and sloppy. Every so often he let his teeth scrape across the sensitive flesh, but only gently. Where Gladio absolutely loved it, Noctis, on the receiving end of Gladio’s mimicry of his ministrations, was not fond of too much teeth during rimming, so a few gentle scrapes now and then seemed to be a good middle ground.

And it was, if the way Gladio moaned into Noct’s ass and Noctis moaned even louder in kind was any indication.

“Fuck…Gladio…Prom…” Noctis panted.

Prompto pulled back just enough to speak. “You want me too?”

“Hu?”

“You want me to fuck Gladio? Fuck him while he fucks you?”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Gladio asked even though all three of them knew he wasn’t really protesting.

“You know you want it, Big Guy. Hey, Iggy,” Prompto called, “Wanna hook us up with some lube?”

Ignis set aside the ladle he had been stirring the stew with. He grinned and rolled his eyes. “Unprepared?”

“Um..” Prompto blushed.

“Wait just a moment.” Ignis disappeared into the tent for a few seconds and returned with a large bottle.

When Ignis handed him the bottle, Prompto grabbed Ignis by the wrist and pulled him down so hard the almost stumbled over. Prompto kissed Ignis fiercely with too much teeth and saliva. Ignis grunted and only kissed back for a second or two before forcibly pulling back.

“Thanks, Iggy.”

“You’re welcome, Prompto. Make it quick now. Dinner is almost ready.”

Ignis went back to his work and Prompto popped the cap on the bottle. He poured a little lube onto his fingers and passed the bottle to Gladio, who also coated his fingers in the slick liquid. Prompto worked quickly and efficiently, slipping one finger inside Gladio.

“This is so exciting,” Prompto said with a wide smile. “I barely ever get to top you.”

“Better enjoy it, Sunshine,” Gladio said and began preparing Noctis. For this they had to work at different paces due to how much larger Gladio’s fingers were than Prompto’s.

“Oh, you bet I will.” Prompto slipped another finger in as soon as he felt the tight ring of muscle relax.

“You ready for another, Noct” Gladio asked Noctis. When Noctis replied with a nod, Gladio added his second finger.

“Don’t have much time,” Prompto reminded them, “You both ready?”

“Fuck yeah, I am,” Gladio answered, “How bout the princess?”

Noctis groaned. “Stop calling me that, damn it. Yeah, I’m ready.”

Prompto sat up and scooted back to let Gladio get ready first. He slicked himself down with more lube, passed the bottle back to Prompto, and lined up and steadily slid into Noctis until he was balls deep.

“Ah Fuck!” Noctis cried out.

Once Prompto was ready, he placed his hand on Gladio’s upper back. “Lean forward a bit.” Gladio did so and Prompto entered Gladio with one sharp thrust and Gladio let out a cry with a higher pitch than he would ever admit could come from him.

“Ohshityou’resofuckingTIGHT!” Prompto shouted when he bottomed out. He braced on hand on Gladio’s shoulder and the other on his hip while Gladio gripped Noctis by the hips with both hands. “You set the pace, kay?”

Unable to find words, Gladio simply answered by doing. He rocked his hips forward into Noctis and backward onto Prompto, and the dual sensation of tight heat around him and fullness inside him made him shudder.

“Hard, Gladio!” Noctis demanded

Gladio obliged and thrust harder, simultaneously fucking into Noctis and fucking himself on Prompto’s cock. Prompto barely had to move and just barely trust forward each time Gladio would come back towards him. They worked themselves into a rhythm easily and their moans and cries mingled together like erotic music.

“Shit I’m already close,” Gladio said through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna come already!” He reached one hand below Noctis and began to erraticly pump his cock.

“Come inside him,” Prompto panted and picked up with Gladio’s quickening pace.

“Prompto…Noctis…FUCK yes…”

With one last hard thrust he was coming, and he froze with a shout spilling into Noctis. Noctis and Prompto, feeling hot come flowing inside him and muscle constricting around him respectively, both came together screaming each other’s names.

Barely giving the three men time to cool down, Ignis called from across the haven, “Get cleaned up, you three. Dinner’s ready.“

As they readjusted their cloths and cleaned up, Noctis, Prompto, and Gladio felt a little guilty for having just had incredible sex without Ignis, leaving him only to watch and listen.

They would have to make it up to him after dinner.

Once dishes were cleaned, dried and put away, Gladio wasted no time pulling his lover into a heated kiss and grabbing his ass with both hands. Prompto came up behind Ignis and ran his hands up the adviser’s back.

“We did good, yeah?” Prompto whispered.

With some effort Ignis broke out of the kiss. “Well.”

Prompto stilled his hands. “Hu?”

“You meant to say ‘we did well,’” Ignis clarified, “And yes, Prompto, you did.”

Noctis took Ignis by the hand and pulled him out from between the other two. “Alright, Grammar Patrol, let’s get you into bed and give you a right proper fucking.”

Ignis smiled seductively and allowed Noctis to lead him into the tent. “I’ll surrender control tonight. I’m curious to see what you three have in mind to ‘make it up to me.’”

They made no ceremony of striping once inside the tent; each removed their own cloths as quickly as possible. Ignis, however, being ever careful and organized, was the last one left wearing anything. By the time everyone else was naked, he was topless and barefoot but still working on his belt.

“Too slow,” Gladio said and reached down and pulled the belt off in one quick jerk, making a satisfying swishing sound. Noctis got behind him and yanked down his pants, then his underwear.

“Would it kill you to exercise some level of patience?” Ignis asked, stepping out of the last of his cloths.

“Yes,” Gladio answered, “Now lay down on your stomach. Get comfy.”

Ignis did so, getting himself comfortable on top of his sleeping bag and folding his arms over a pillow underneath his head. While Ignis situated himself, Gladio rummaged through his bag. He grinned when he found what he was looking for, then frowned.

“Hey, Prompto. Add massage oil to our supply list. This bottle’s almost empty.”

“Will do. Speaking of bottles, be right back.” Prompto left the tent, presumably to retrieve the discarded bottle of lube from earlier. By the time he returned with it, Gladio was already in position kneeling over Ignis with his knees on either side of his lower back.

“First thing’s first. We need to get you relaxed,” Gladio said while coating his palms with a liberal amount of oil. It was lavender scented and warming to the touch. He started at the shoulders, rubbing with just enough pressure at his finger tips to work out the ever-present tension in the other man’s shoulders. Ignis sighed and Gladio felt Ignis relaxing under his ministrations. He took his time moving his thumbs in small circles and feeling the tension knots in his lover’s muscles slowly soften and fade away until he heard heavy breathing and quiet moaning from the other side of the tent. Gladio turned his head and saw Noctis and Prompto stroking each others fully hard cocks and one of the prince’s nipples between the blond’s teeth. “Hey, you two. Get over here.”

The two younger men separated and crawled across the tent floor.

“Where do you want us?” Noctis asked.

“Well, seeing as how Blondie here’s intent on using his mouth tonight, he can get behind him and prep him,” Gladio instructed, “Noct, let him suck your cock.”

Noctis knelt in front of Ignis with his knees on either side of his head. Ignis propped himself up on his elbows to bring his face level with Noct’s cock that was already weeping from his foreplay with Prompto. Ignis licked the clear bead from the tip, causing the flushed organ to twitch. Once it had stilled, Ignis took only the head into his mouth, savoring the taste and weight on his tongue.

With a contented sigh, Noctis let his eyes flutter closed. He gently combed his fingers through Ignis’ hair right behind his ears where Noctis knew from plenty of experience that Ignis was extremely sensitive. The caress elicited a soft moan from Ignis, a moan that reverberated through Noct’s cock, and he echoed the sound.

Behind Ignis, Prompto settled behind Ignis and was not quite as gentle as Noctis (who was gently encouraging the leisurely pace Ignis was taking with his cock) or Gladio (who was still massaging Ignis’ back with the last of the oil) Instead he gripped Ignis’ cheeks tightly and enthusiastically buried his face in his ass. He hummed at the first taste of Ignis mixed with something else that he definitely recognized.

“You guys got up to some fun while you were gone, hu?”

No one could see Gladio’s cheeky grin, but Prompto could hear it in his voice. “What makes you think that?”

“I can taste you on him. So fucking good…” Prompto went back to work, filling the tent with wet little noises and appreciative hums, licking and swirling his tongue in patterns around the sex-loosened hole.

When Prompto’s tongue slipped inside him, Ignis dropped Noct’s cock from his mouth with a small cry. “Prompto! I can’t take much more, please!”

“Please what?” Noctis asked with a subtle wink.

“Hey now,” Gladio shook his head at Noctis. “Don’t worry, Iggy. We’re not gonna make you beg tonight. We know what you need. Right Prompto?”

“Yep!” he chimed and sat up quickly. Prompto picked up the lube, and the bottle made a comical squelching sound when more came out than he intended for. “Oops.”

“Oops what?” Noctis asked.

“Uh, maybe that’s a little too much lube?”

“Better too much than not enough,” Noctis said. “Wouldn’t want the driver to have a sore ass in the morning.”

Ignis was sure there was a witty quip to be made there, but he was too far gone to find it. He swiveled his top half around just enough to see Prompto give himself a few long strokes before lining up with his ass. “You ready, Iggy?”

A quick nod from Ignis was all the reassurance Prompto needed, and he slipped fully inside with one long, slow thrust.

“Damn… Ignis,” Prompto panted, “You just got fucked a few hours ago and you’re still tight as fuck! Gladio, move.”

Gladio got off of Ignis’ back to give Prompto room. He casually stroked him own cock and watched Prompto pull Ignis up by the hips until he was on his knees. Now with Ignis’ ass in the air, Prompto was able to thrust in deeper. He quickly set a pace that he knew drove Ignis crazy, slowly drawing out almost completely before snapping his hips forward. Once they were set in their pace, Noctis guided Ignis’ head back down to his lap. Ignis took Noct’s cock back into his mouth and let Noctis match Prompto’s pace.

“Hey Big Guy,” Prompto said, his voice strained, “You can’t just stand there and watch. Come here.”

“Oh, I don’t mind enjoying the show, but as long as you’re offering…” Gladio took a few steps forward and stuck his cock ungracefully into Prompto’s open and waiting mouth. Gladio knew he he didn’t have to hold much back with Prompto, as the blond was undoubtedly the most talented among them at oral. Prompto easily took in Gladio’s full length until thick dark-brown curls tickled his nose.

Soon Prompto’s pace took to matching Gladio’s pace thrusting into his mouth, going from steady and deliberate to fast, hard and erratic. Ignis moaned around Noct’s cock, and Noctis tightened his grip in the light-brown hair.

Ignis let Noct’s cock fall from his mouth again and gasped for air. “Touch me, Prompto. I’m close!”

Prompto hummed and reached underneath Ignis, grabbing his cock and stroking without rhythm.

Noctis was the first to cum, furiously pumping his cock with one hand while the other was still tightly fisted in Ignis’ hair. He shouted with his climax and was just aware enough to make sure he missed Ignis’ mouth (Ignis was by no means a fan of swallowing like Prompto was) and instead sent his release shooting across his cheek, with some landing on his neck and shoulder.

Noct’s orgasm set off a chain reaction, with Ignis following soon after Noctis after the heat of his cum shooting across his face sent him over the edge. “Prompto!” he cried out, and his body stiffened. His cock and ass twitched. The rippling and tightening inside Ignis brought Prompto to completion, and he came inside of Ignis as deep as his cock could reach. Prompto’s pleasure cry, muffled by Gladio’s cock, shot straight through Gladio, and he could only hold out for a few more thrusts before he came down Prompto’s throat. He let out a long, guttural moan when Prompto swallowed around him and released with a loud “pop,” not a drop of Gladio’s cum left on or around his mouth.

“Damn,” Noctis said before yawning wide. “That’ was amazing, but I’m exhausted now.”

“No sleeping yet, pillow princess. You’ve got a mess to clean up.” Gladio tossed Noctis a washcloth, retrieved from a nearby bag.

Noctis gently cleaned his “mess” from Ignis’s face, neck, and shoulders. He leaned down to leave a lingering kiss on Ignis’ lips.

“So Iggy,” Gladio asked, “Did we make it up to you alright?”

Ignis smiled against Nocts’ lips. “indeed.”