iwillshieldhim | The World We Fought For [for fieryknowledge]

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The World We Fought For [for fieryknowledge]

It was oddly calm in those last moments, a peace that came over him as he fought purely on muscle memory against the massive giant trying to smash him. Somewhere behind him, he could hear Prompto, not just the sound of gun fire, but it sounded like he was screaming, over and over, as he fought. Wordless angry shouts that if he had the time to think, to care beyond second to second of just surviving, would have torn him apart. The sound of pain, of loss, of anger. He'd lost track of Ignis, always so silent, and he feared the worst. He tried to look anyway, find his love in the chaos. Make sure he was still-

Second to second, he shouldn't have looked away. The giant found its opening as Gladio's eyes scanned the wreckage, trying to spot Ignis in all of it. The fear in his heart settled when he spotted the other, still up, still fighting, even as the massive blade slammed under his guard and sent him flying to hit the ground hard. A spike of pain screamed in his shoulder, but he barely noticed.

They had turned their back on Noct to let him die, walking forward to their fates knowing they would do the same. All they had to do was hold on long enough, just long enough to let him truly become the Chosen King. Gladio had accepted what would come, and while he thought Ignis knew, in a way, he was content with this. He had protected Noct until the end. Ignis might still live.

The giant raised its blade, and try as he might, Gladio couldn't get his own blade to lift. It wouldn't be possible on that broken shoulder. He stared up at his death, then let out a breath. ...I kept my promise.

I love you, Iggy.

Let there be light.

It came across the skies like a needle thrust into the heart of the darkness itself, a shaft of light so brilliant and golden that it hurt the eyes. The giants roar hurt almost as much, stabbing into his head until he was forced to close his eyes.

unconscious

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"You're just looking to make excuses to stay in this bed all day."

Not that he sounded put out by that at all. He couldn't remember the last time he'd lazed around in bed with his lover and while he didn't exactly feel fantastic, he felt better than he had in quite some time. He felt whole and each little twinge from Gladio's tender mercies the day before were all worth it.

This time, it wasn't a chuckle. It was a pleased sigh and a moment later, there were slim fingers sliding into Gladio's hair.

"... it's gotten so long. You realize I'm going to have trouble keeping my hands out of it, don't you?"

"Are you complaining? Because maybe I am." How long had it been since they had been able to do this? How long had it been that he had been in the emotional or mental mindset to stay in one place that long? For the first time in so long, he felt... calm. Not perfect, not pain-free, not worried about the future, but calmer than he could remember. Plus he could slide a foot down Ignis' leg and press their toes together, so he did.

"Mmm, definitely not complaining about that." It was free around his face, long since pulled from the horseknot he usually kept it in, even if it did badly need to get washed. He flicked out his tongue, debating what they were even capable of.

Hells, he didn't mind the idea of just being able to slowly get Ignis off with his hand right now, but it also might be the extent of it.

With a snort, he tugged at that hair even as he smiled. There was the ease of the old days there and though their world was vastly different now, it was clear that some things stayed the same.

"... we should get up and get cleaned up. As tempting as staying in bed sounds, we really should make sure we can scrounge up something to eat for everyone."

Of course, for all his talk, he didn't move an inch.

Gurgle.

Gladio looked down at his traitor stomach and sighed slowly before pulling Ignis up into a proper kiss. Only then did he murmur against his lover's lips, "I wouldn't mind getting you off right here then finding a shower we can take together." That very low rumble that could be felt in his chest.

The chuckle on his lips at the grumbling stomach was stolen away by Gladio and it was all too easy to let that kiss linger between them. For all the years between them, there were moments when kisses between them still felt new and he was hard pressed to pull away when all he wanted to do was lean in and deepen that contact.

What his lover said against his lips was enough to make him want to dally around in bed even longer, even if he knew that they had things to do.

"You have no idea how good that sounds."

"It would be my pleasure." Sliding an arm around Ignis to be able to pull him up further, leaving their groins close together, he undid the robe's belt and left it on Ignis but opened the front. "A new challenge... see if I can get us off one-handed." Playful, though still full of aroused warmth.

He could ignore the faint uncertain feeling somewhere at the back of his mind that neither of them knew was coming from the awake Prompto, but Prompto was equally about to find out about their new connections'... changes.

His hands moved to help his lover, pushing away the heavy brocade of the robe before they moved to pull him down for another kiss. That nagging feeling was still lingering in the back of his mind, but it was easy enough to ignore when his attention was so easily stolen away by Gladio and the desire that still flickered between them.

"Just take care of me and I'll return the favor in the shower. How does that sound?"

No scars, no time, no distance could stop how Gladio felt about Ignis. He thought the other was as beautiful as the day he'd fallen for him. He returned the kiss, bringing his hand down Ignis' body before shifting his mouth from his lips, placing the most delicate brush of his lips as the edge of the scarring.

"Good." A single low word as his hand brushed curls darker than on Ignis' head, sliding his nails through, around, underneath until he could cup Ignis in the broadness of his palm, rolling his sac on it.

His legs shifted apart as his hips inched up, the pull on repaired muscles a sweet burn that only served to sharpen the pleasure Gladio's touch brought. He knew that Ignis wasn't one to mind his scars, but Gladio should know that he wasn't too keen on someone touching them, but this? Ignis would never mind the brush of lips against the marred flesh.

He sighed softly, Gladio's name in that breath as he just let himself go for now.

"Want you to just relax into this for me, baby. Don't got anywhere to go, not yet... just want you to feel me and take your time." He flicked his tongue softly across the burn marks, then pulled his mouth away. Still and would always find scars attractive, the signs of their lives lived.

"When we're both healed properly, we'll have one of these big beds to ourselves and I promise... we'll make up for lost time, mm?" With the softest squeeze.

The squeeze got a moan from Ignis as his hips rose into the pleasure again. He couldn't remember the last time his lover had called him that and it made him chuckle breathlessly.

"I'm not some blushing virgin you're trying to coax along, love. It's been so long that I'm not sure relaxing is possible. Looks like we'll have to work on our stamina somehow."

"I know you're not," Gladio said with a quiet snort at the end, "but I'll always remember you telling me how much you like hearing me talk." The smirk that crossed his lips pressed against skin while his hand moved up to wrap around Ignis proper, stroking once and slow. "Don't need you to last, only enjoy yourself."

So much had changed in such a short time. The text that had called them back to Noctis' side. That final meal. Their walk to the knowledge of their deaths. Finally ending Ardyn. Sometimes, Gladio wondered if they had died.

His breath caught for a moment, his body shifting against that stroke, seeking to make it continue. For so long, it'd been easy to deny this to himself when Gladio was gone, but now, his lover seemed rather keen to draw out that side of him once again.

"I've always loved your voice. Even before I realized I loved you."

Drawing it out of him like he had when they were younger. So much had changed... no longer could he look into the brilliance of those wintergreen eyes, see them glaze over as bliss took him, watch the way their shape changed and thinned and blew out as he came. His fingertips play over Ignis' cock, finding the veins and following them with only the callouses on his fingers. His thumb swept the head.

"In that, we're the same," he murmured, touching his lips to Ignis' temple. "I've never stopped loving your voice."

Ignis missed it. He'd seen many beautiful sights in this world. Their trip with Noctis had shown him just how striking the world could be, but the one thing he missed seeing the most was Gladio. The crinkles around his eyes when he smiled. The warmth of deep amber when he first woke up. The fierce joy he saw there when they sparred.

It was all so long ago. There were days that Ignis had trouble remembering the exact shade of Gladio's eyes, or the tilt of his smile and that upset him more than anyone would ever know.

Now wasn't the time to think on that, though, not when Gladio's deft fingers wouldn't allow it. His milky eye closed against that pleasure as his body canted closer, his breath a shuddering whisper.

"Don't tease."

"Who says I'm teasing?" Gladio most certainly teased, a low rumble of laughter in his voice. Still, he shifted enough to be able to really start working Ignis, moving his mouth to the other's ear. "But if I don't tease, I won't get to hear the sounds you make when I do..." Still very much teasing, even if his hand wasn't.

It wasn't the rough, hungry sex they'd had as their norm over the last few years in particular, when Gladio tried to show his love in the need of his hands, the cry in his voice, the taste of Ignis' skin in his mouth. This was more simple, undoubtedly more intimate.

Make no mistake, Ignis always enjoyed sex, be it rough or simple. This, though... this was something he'd missed. The easy intimacy between them was soothing and Ignis felt even more connected to his lover at times like this. During the long night, there'd been no real time and definitely to drive for it but here and now, with the world alight once again, it was perfect.

There was a huff from Ignis as he turned his head to try and catch those teasing lips with his own. He might love the sound of his lover's voice, but there were better things he could be doing with that busy mouth.

"It would serve you right if I decided to stay quiet during sex from now on."

"Why-" kiss "-would you-" kiss, nip "-wound me like that?" Kiss, slower, longer. "Deny the world this voice?" He picked up the speed of his hand, hard himself but completely lost in the feeling of Ignis' body against his own.

No, they hadn't had the time, or the mind-state, or hells they were denying themselves that they had, but the world had changed, again. By their hand, and Noct's. Giving them a certain peace they hadn't had before.

Ignis wanted him to put that mouth to better use? Okay. Gladio brought his mouth down and gave a slow, tightening bite at Ignis' neck, then gave a hard suck against the skin, proud to leave a mark behind.

Normally, he would caution against marks. 'Leave them where others can't see them' or 'a daemon can smell the blood just under the skin', but here and now? There was no chiding as Ignis felt the throb of freshly marked skin between Gladio's teeth. There was only a sharp groan as he bared more of his throat to his lover, arching his back to push his hips to the pace that Gladio had set.

Don't encourage him, Ignis... or keep right on doing it, because Gladio groaned low against the skin and set to eagerly marking any bit he could get his teeth against. Ignis had never just given him free reign, and hells yeah he was going to take advantage of it.

"You know what we haven't had in so damn long?" Gladio's voice was a growl because already he was imagining it. "A place with real soundproofing. I'll be able to take you like I did that first time and make you cry out just as loudly."

He wasn't exaggerating when he said Ignis' voice had always been a turn on for him.

There'd be a reminder later, that Gladio should help him make sure they're covered, but if he knew his lover, he knew that Gladio would let one 'slip' just so he could always see it and so would everyone else. Just hearing Gladio talking about what he wanted to do was enough to make Ignis' gut tighten up, moaning at the thought. It was already louder than he'd been in years but now, there was no looming threat to keep them quiet.

"I know a perfect spot."

And he did as long as it wasn't too bad off. Once they were all recovered and well again, they could find out how it had fared and try it out.

"Perfect spot, eh?" Fuck, he couldn't remember being this hard in years but it didn't matter. His eyes were locked to Ignis' expression every time he pulled his head back, his own expression quite hungry. "You imagined me having you there?" He laughed low, nipping an ear lobe quickly. "I've imagined having you on the roof, you know? Looking down on the whole damn citadel, on the city... maybe they could hear you scream all the way down there."

Scarred skin wrinkled up as he bit back a needy sound that would be far too loud this close to their brothers. He knew it wouldn't be much longer and he knew it would leave him drained in the best way possible and he knew his back would be a mess later on, but it was going to be so very worth it. Right then, his world was focused down to Gladio's voice in his ears and the feel of that strong hand wringing pleasure from his willing body.

"Do- have you? Tell me."

So close-

"Oooh yeah." He could hear it in Ignis' voice, so his hand picked up its pace. They were already stiff and sore and right now, Gladio decided this was how they were stretching out (or something like that, he didn't need an excuse to want to touch Ignis).

"Right on that edge, as high as we can be in the city. Have you beautiful and bare so the whole world can look on you and maybe see a hundredth of the gorgeousness I fucking see. Lean you on that railing and take you so we can both look over, a hand in your hair and holding tight? Fuck do you have any idea how many times I've gotten off to that?"

He could imagine it, at night, the lights of Insomnia like stars spread out beneath them as Gladio pressed against him. His voice crying out into the dark air, a hundred people below looking up at the sound-

That was all it took. Ignis tensed up, his breath catching as he spilled over Gladio's hand. It was the hardest he'd come in years and almost to the point of being painful, but in the years he'd been Gladio's lover, he'd learned that bliss and pain weren't all that far apart.

It was work to get his breathing back to normal and even then, the noise that spilled from his lips still sounded breathless. Once his body was back under his command, he reached for Gladio, offering up a slow kiss as a thank you until he could return the treat.

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