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[fishingking]

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[fieryknowledge]

Ignis had long since grown tired of 'formal' occasions. Once the True King had risen and they'd rescued him from near death, life had been a whirlwind. The world was recovering slowly, but even that couldn't stall the politics and the asskissing that said politicians seemed to thrive on.

Really, it was a good thing that Ignis couldn't roll his eyes anymore... well, not that anyone could've spied them behind the dark visors he'd adopted since his sight was lost.

Once it was proper enough, he quietly excused himself to slip off into a nearby room that he knew would be vacant. He might be Noctis' adviser, but he had full faith in his King that he could manage well enough by now. After all, look how far he'd already come and beside all that, would anyone really try to talk down to the True King? He knew that whatever Noctis said would be taken as law.

In short, he felt his duty was slowly coming to an end.

Sighing, he padded over to the opposite wall and shuffled around just a moment until his hand fell on the low, plush couch he'd been aiming for. With a grateful grunt, he let himself sink down on it, draping his leg over his knee as he waited patiently for his friends to join him.

I have no ten year later icons BUT OH WELL

[sworn_shield]

Gladio knows this sort of thing gets on everybody's nerves. After spending so much time fighting, surviving and then after that rebuilding dealing with politics just seems childish. As King Noctis has the ear of many people, but in return many want the same of him back.

Growing up knowing he would be Lord of the Amicitia House, he has had some training in dealing with this. However his first prior is always Noctis and after that his friends, and everything else comes third. Seeing Ignis slip away from the party Gladio takes a few minutes and extracts himself from his current conversation, citing needing more wine. Instead of returning however he picks up something harder and in a pair instead, and makes his way in with both drinks in hand, heavy fall of his boots announcing his arrival far louder than anything else ever could, especially to the ever-attentive Ignis.

"Not a fan of the attention?"

He teases the other gently, shutting the door behind him. The other two should be able to find them with ease, when they are ready. He brushes his hand against Ignis' wrist to get his attention, then presses the drink into the palm of his hand.

"People know your name far and wide now, it must be exhausting. "

Me either but I'm going to change that!

[fieryknowledge]

The questioned earned nothing more than a low snort from Ignis. If anyone knew his answer, it would be Gladio. As far as he was concerned, this wasn't what they'd struggled so long and survived for. To him, all this pandering was a waste of time. In his younger days, he was more accepting of the game. The more he aged, the more it wore on his nerves. While he still had the social graces ingrained in him to keep from edged comments to the wrong person and sighing at the worst times, even the famous adviser had his limits.

The heavy footfalls made his head cant momentarily. In the years that followed his injury, he'd learned the cadence of his companion's steps and there was no mistaking those approaching. A moment later, the voice just confirmed what he'd already figured out. That alone was enough to pull a faint smile to his lips. The drink was accepted with a low noise of gratitude before he absently motioned for Gladio to join him.

As if he'd actually need to invite him. The invitation had been obvious for years now.

"I'm starting to miss the Empire hunting us. It was less tiresome. You, however, seem to be in your element. Out charming people as usual."

[sworn_shield]

He doesn't go to far, instead choosing to lean against the arm of the chair Ignis sits on. It keeps his eyes to the door and close enough for the other to get a good sense of his movements while they talk. Ignis may have never recovered his sight, but Gladio does his best to never leave him in the dark.

"It was much easier being able to cut down anything we ran across rather than have to negotiate with them huh? Sounds like something people would expect from me, not you."

The ribbing is all in good nature. If Iggy needs to vent Gladio is right there for him, he makes that clear without words. He takes another sip of his drink-a whiskey sour- and can't help but chuckle at the jab at himself, free hand drifting along Ignis' shoulders, fingers digging in to find tense muscle for a brief moment. Hm, he's going to have to massage that out.

One way or another.

"I promise I'm not flirting with any of them, Then we'd never be able to get them to leave. Although I think His Majesty was getting eyed up pretty hard back there. He might be the one we need to go rescue."

[fieryknowledge]

The smile inched up at the teasing. In the ten years that Noctis had been gone, they'd all drifted in and out of each other's lives, but since the sun had been restored, Gladio had been a constant at his side. While it was rare that he needed guidance anymore, he was quietly grateful that he never need ask. It was just there, given and gladly accepted.

"Perhaps you're rubbing off on me after all these years."

He chased his remark with a drink of his own, humming softly as he let the flavor wash over his tongue. He could harass his friend, accuse him of trying to get him drunk and such, but he knew that he was offering him something to help settle his ruffled feathers. Not that the drink didn't settle warm in the pit of his stomach. Add on the muted pleasure that teased at him when Gladio's fingers zeroed in on a knotted muscle and he figured that he'd likely end up settled a good deal quicker than he would if left to his own devices.

"Oh? Who was after him this time? Not that redhead that you had to scare off last time, I hope. Her father was in collusion with the Empire before it fell... and she smelled odd. Her taste in perfume was foul."

Leave it to Ignis to know such gossip. After all, people seemed to think that being blind meant he was deaf as well.

[sworn_shield]

He laughs at that, from deep in his chest and Gladiolus' shoulders shake. Ignis wasn't wrong at all, Gladio's particular brand of brusqueness can infect the others from time tontine- But most often, they are too well mannered for that.

"Same shit different girl, I'm sure. Biggs and Wedge are scoping out more info for me though since I pointed it out to them. We'll know more by morning."

And since Ignis isn't protesting his touchx Gladio continues to rub his fingers into that deep knot of tension, starting at the outer edge and working their way in, attempting to eliminate it while he downs the rest of his drink.

"What do you think, about time to go rescue His Highness from his subjects, or should we let him stew a bit longer?"

[fieryknowledge]

Knowing that Gladio had the situation well in hand, Ignis let himself relax back into the couch a bit more. It was an easy thing to do since the hand working at his shoulder was far too pleasant. With a low sigh, Ignis let his shoulders droop a bit, his head tipping back to rest against the back of the couch while his useless eye slid closed by nothing more than reflex.

"Give Prompto a heads up, perhaps. He's likely busying himself with his camera but if you message him, he should be able to pull Noctis out of the political fire. I'm... content to remain where I am, if that's alright with you."

[sworn_shield]

Seeing Ignis relax is no small feel, and gladiolus feels rather proud of himself for it. He smirks and sets his empty glass on the side table, sliding around tonthe back of the couch to put both hands on the other now.

But not before leaning in.

"I'm just fine with that, you know I like it when you're putty in my hands."

In more ways than one, but this has to stay somewhat innocent for a little longer. At least until all the guests were dealt with. Howevwr that doesn't mean he needs to stop working Ignis into a better mood.

"Take your jacket off for me? I'll go ahead and text Prompto, then make it worth your while, Specs."

[fieryknowledge]

Ignis couldn't help but chuckle under his breath. Once Gladio had moved, he tipped the glass back and finished his own drink quickly and proved once again that even the stiff Ignis Scientia could hold his own when it came to booze. Granted, he wasn't anything close to how well Gladio could handle it, but he was no slouch either.

He huffed a low acknowledgement but not before turning his head just enough to brush his lips along one of Gladio's knuckles in quiet appreciation. The jacket came off next and easy enough at that, though Ignis had to move to settle it neatly next to where he was sitting on the couch. Even now, he was as neat as he could manage to be.

"You're too kind, Gladio."

[sworn_shield]

He smiles fondly as Ignis' mouth brushes against his fingers, letting his hand slide off the other and pulling his phone out of his pocket to compose a quick text to Prompto. Sure, they are eschewing their duties a little bit, but Gladio rarely gets Ignis to do so. The breaking-the-rules bit would be good for him a little.

At least, it's good for him. Gladio drops his phone onto the arm of the couch so he can keep an eye on any incoming texte, and puts his hands to work on the man's shoulders, starting off in the usual suspected spots-Finding those as tense as ever.

"I may have ulterior motives. We all have been pretty wound up."

He teases with a deep purr, leaning against the back of the couch while his hands get into the work. There is no need to hide it after all- Gladio isn't exactly shy about his attraction to the others.

[fieryknowledge]

"And here I was thinking you were being altruistic. How silly."

Years of knowing each other had led to this easy camaraderie between them. They'd truly seen each other at their best and at their worst so who better to read just how wound up Ignis was? Each member of their group served as a good balance to the others and in the end, the whole was made stronger because of it. That strength had saved their world.

Leave it to Gladio's strong hands to find the worst spots knotting up his shoulders. The almost painful pleasure of it pulled a low groan from Ignis that he would've never been heard had anyone outside their group been in the room. Even now, he was a private person and would likely never change.

"I am glad for it, though. Politics aside, the peace is nice."

[sworn_shield]

A laugh escapes the man but he does not deny it. What he is thinking they need is well overdue. It isn't hard to find the King or his close companions in often-switching pairs, but it has been a little bit since they have all been together, much less all in one place at the same time.

"It's the peace we deserve, the one we worked so hard for."

Contented, Gladio's eyes fall half closed as he touches Ignis, relearning the man and just enjoying being able to make the man, who was most assuredly the most uptight of them all, relax.

It isn't too much longer before he presses his fingers against the back of Ignis' neck, getting him to tilt his head forward. But instead of immediately turning to massage, he leans down, mouth and the scratch of his beard brushing against the spot.

"Now come on, I know you can let go of this tension, Iggy."

[fieryknowledge]

Ignis had no problem letting Gladio guide him. It was a clear sign of the trust he had in the other man. It was a trust they all shared and one he was grateful for. Without that trust, they never would've survived to enjoy the new peace. Just having Gladio close enough to touch was settling Ignis more than he realize, but the brush of scruff along the back of his neck did anything but settle him. Pale skin prickled under the contact and this time, when Ignis groaned, it was a good deal clearer than before.

"Letting go of one kind of tension only to succumb to another. You're a wicked man, my friend."

[sworn_shield]

He grins, sharp smile catching on the corners of his mouth as a hand comes up to brush the fingers of his gloved hand against Ignis' jaw. His eyes slide over him in a long and slow sweep, all the way down from those amazing boots to the scar on his face.

"I know, but you wouldn't have me any other way."

He purrs out, and turns the other man's head gently toward his to meet in a slow kiss. It is still pretty gentle for the most part despite his forwardness tonight, and Gladio relishes the chance to have the others all to himself for a few hours.

"Not going to be a problem, is it?"

[fieryknowledge]

There was no answer to Gladio's question simply because it wasn't necessary. Not when there was no hesitation as Ignis leaned into the kiss, a hand rising to settle over the one against his jaw. He knew that Gladio wasn't always so gentle and hoped that they'd finally be able to slip away to a quiet spot where polite wasn't so necessary.

When he pulled back a little, his breath was quicker than before. Even if he wouldn't admit to such silliness, there had always been something about the big man that had just made his breath catch at all the right times.

"We both know better. Now kiss me properly, please."

[sworn_shield]

Amber eyes sparkle with amusement at that demand masquerading as a request, adoring the way Ignis could loosen up around the right company and under the right circumstances.

"Yes Sir."

He teased, and when he leans in to kiss the other again Gladio captures Ignis' mouth roughly with his own, eyes falling closed and and tongue plundering the man's mouth. A heated noise of pleasure escapes him- Gladio has never been much for being quiet, and his free hand grasps the edge of the chair to keep himself from just vaulting over the back of it to pin Ignis to the cushions.

[fieryknowledge]

Most everything Ignis said was a demand masquerading as a request. It was just how he worked.

This time, though, there was nothing polite about the noise that rolled in the back of his throat. The sound was hunger and want and he could tear himself away from Gladio's devouring kiss, he'd probably be glad to climb over the back of the seat and drop to his knees before the bigger man.

Decorum be damned. He twisted as best he could, the hand on Gladio's tightening as he moved to meet him. The angle was awkward, but for the moment, it was perfect.

[sworn_shield]

This is everything Gladiolus could have wanted in that moment. Hearing the otner man make that noise sets heat all through him, and he presses into the kiss harder, trying to make the angle work. It isn't the best, and when he does break away it is to laugh a little. Why does he make these things so hard on himself?

"Love it when you're worked up."

He purrs, wicked look in his eyes and his teeth nip at the man's lip, careful not to break open skin. He does pull away, but only to scoot around the couch as fast as he can.

Gloved fingers curl into the man's shirt as he bends down to kiss him again, one hand hauling up and into Ignis' blond hair. He won't pull off the glasses, not without permission since they are so nessesary to protect injured eyes, but that won't stop Gladio from using his weigh to push Ignis back in to the couch, a knee coming up to settle on the cusions as the dark haired man tries to get as close as he can.

Ab4d they are wearing too many damn clothes for this.

[fieryknowledge]

He'd long since passed being so self-conscious without the dark glasses but Gladio's thoughtfulness was appreciated. He knew the sight of his scarred face left some uneasy, especially when he still had that uncanny ability to make it seem as if he were still capable of scathing looks at will, but around his closest friends, the were mostly left on because of long habit.

There was almost a protest when Gladio pulled away but once he heard him moving, he knew that he wasn't going to be patient about waiting for everyone else. Still, the sudden press of Gladio's welcome weight against him pulled a soft huff before his lips were stolen away once again. The hand in his hair was damn near blissful and he gladly returned the favor, his own hands rising up to find purchase where they could. One drifted low, a tease along the wrist holding tight to his shirt while the other moved to start working on all the damned stays on Gladio's uniform coat.

They might look pretty, but they were a pain in the ass sometimes.

not much, but there

[battleshot]

Honestly, this was kind of the sight Prompto hoped for when he quietly opened the door. It was why he didn't text Gladio back or anything, just immediately changed his direction to go save Noct. Like literally save him, if the expression Noctis gave him afterwards was anything to go by.

He grinned at the pair, and since he was kind of hoping for this, he had his camera half lifted for a shot. It didn't take much effort or time to finish aiming it and snap the pic. Of course the resulting picture wouldn't be seen by anyone outside of this room, but it would definitely be one of his favorites, along with all the other candid shots he'd took of the other three.

He didn't say anything to Noctis. No 'see, told you,' even as he had admitted to the king what he'd hoped to walk in on. He just continued to watch them and wondered when they'd notice.

[fishingking]

Noctis had spent most of his time at the party regretting nearly everything. With the way some people demanded his attention, he sometimes half wondered if the world should have just stayed in darkness. If it did, he would have been stuck listening to some of the inane conversations he had to endure this night.

Or deal with the women who looked like they wanted to eat him alive.

So when Prompto showed up to safe him, he was more than relieved. He could just be himself and complain vent about the last woman who wouldn't stop touching him. Halfway down the hallway, he was already unbuckling and tearing away at his cape. He wanted to get out of this formal wear, already. Prompto had mentioned something about wanting to walk in on their other two friends and Noctis only shook his head. Ignis and Gladio wouldn't--

Or maybe they would. Noctis stared at the two through the doorway. Ignis was pinned to the couch by Gladio, both were locking lips and the king could practically hear the low rumble coming from his Shield.

"I guess you got what you wanted," he sighed as he pushed past the blond and stepped into the room.

[sworn_shield]

About the time Gladio is slipping his tongue into Ignis' mouth he hears the door open, hears the snap of the camera and knows who has entered the room right away. For that reason alone he doesn't pull back, instead murmers an amused noise between their mouths, hand in blond hair relaxing to let the other know it was fine as well.

Though Ignis is much more likely to just know who it is by the sounds of their boots. He indulges in the kiss for a few moments longer even as he hears Noctis muttering, long enough for Ignis to finish undoing his coat before he pulls away from the man slowly, teeth worrying his lower lip with a hint of a bite as a promise that they will continue where they left off. This time, hopefully, with some added fun of the others.

"About time. We were gonna start the fun without you two."

He teases, pulling off of Ignis but standing between the other Crownsguard's parted thighs without a hint of shame. He reaches up to undo his coat and let it slide to the floor in a messy heap, throwing a look over his shoulder at the other two with a lopsided, fond grin.

"You coming over here or what, Your Majesty? Prompto?"

[fieryknowledge]

There was an instant of tension in Ingis when he heard the door being opened and a shiver of magic as he readied himself to call a weapon to his hand, but between the hand in his hair and the footfalls he's learned so well, he knew everything was fine. That didn't mean he didn't grunt a rather disgruntled complaint about being interrupted even as the faint sting in his lip reminded him that the interruption was likely to be more of a pause than a full stop.

There was no shame in Ignis' posture as well. He might look rumpled thanks to the warm weight that was just pressed close and the hand in his hair, but he wore the look well. After all, he'd long since given up trying to keep a sense of decorum when he was around Gladio for too long. He knew he wasn't possible.

Of course, the sound of the heavy coat pulled a hint of a frown from him but there was no chastisement. In fact, he let his head drop back against the cushion behind him even as his hand dipped just under Gladio's shirt to glide along the warm skin there.

"I assume Prompto saved you in time to avoid any marriage proposals? I'd hate to hear about some lovely young lady crying that the King didn't take her seriously."

[battleshot]

Prompto cursed under his breath when the pair broke apart just enough to look at him and Noct. The others probably couldn't tell, but Prompto had enough years to train his photographer's vision to see the slight swelling of their lips. Paired with their position, Prompto just had to snap another picture before he placed the camera aside and turned to make sure the door was closed and lock.

"You didn't have to stop just for us." But he was smiling and as soon as the door was secured, he started to eagerly walk over, fiddling with the buttons on his own jacket. Once he was close enough, he left the buttons for one hand and placed the other one on Ignis' arm to make him aware of his presence before he put a knee on the couch to move in closer to the pair.

He glanced up at Noctis with a small smirk at Ignis' question, already knowing the answer, but also wanting to see how Noct would answer.

[fishingking]

"I think he saved me just in time. Any longer and I think those women would have taken my virtue." It's a joke. Mostly. Given a few more drinks, some of those women would have been even more bold than they already were. Thank The Six that Prompto had showed up in time. Those ladies were far too touchy.

"I'm coming." Noctis had already dropped his cloak to the ground and was working on the buttons of his jacket. He understood the need for all this formal wear but sometimes it just seemed a little excessive. A simple tee and a jacket would be more practical, but that was apparently unfit for the king.

The jacket soon joined the cape and other jackets on the ground and he joined Prompto on the couch. He threw an arm over his shoulder and leaned heavily on him. "Thanks for saving me back there."