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[ STOP BEING SO CUTE it's distracting. and it makes ignis want to lovingly bully you more, mr sexy endgame antagonist. ]

Maybe. But I might end up accidentally eliminating most of your harem when it's my turn.

[ ..."accidentally", he says. never try to compete with ignis scientia. ] And I feel like you might with mine, too.

[ never compete with mcgillis fareed, either. it's like trying to outswim a shark with bloody steaks strapped to your ankles. ]

...you are most definitely feeling better.

[Also the idea of Ignis beating up a bunch of other dudes to win his affections was kind of hot but he's not willing to entertain that idea right now so he just gingerly plucks his mouth a safe distance away and settles in to cuddle definitively for the next... however many hours. Schedules are vague here, since he already promised all day and all night.]

At least rest your eyes for a bit. Then we'll see about belated breakfast in bed.

It's your fault.

[ but ignis settles in and closes his eyes -- it's most definitely thanks to mcgillis, and not his fault, but ignis is exhausted and mcgillis is such a good cuddler that it takes only seconds for him to simply relax and nuzzle into him, seeking out the safety in his arms.

drowsily, after a couple of minutes, he murmurs. ] Remind me to talk to you... about the viability of McGillis Fareed full-length body pillows.

[ what is he talking about? dumb half-asleep stuff, that's what. but he's asleep in record time, and for the next five, six hours, roughly. ignis starts to stir awake after, comfortable and warm and reaching for him. ]

[The bad news: Ignis winds up reaching for a warm blanket.

The good news: there was the pleasant smell of food drifting from the kitchen, eggs and bacon and toast and all of the rudimentary things McGillis tended to demand whenever he stayed the night. All of that generous culinary attention, finally paid forward. And that smell was so pleasant, in fact, it seems nothing had even been burned. Not even a single blasted frittata.

The best news: just as promised, McGillis brings a hot plate to Ignis in bed. Sorry for the switcheroo with the sheets, your faux boyfriend has returned.]

As timely as ever, Ignis.

[Leaning over to peck him on the forehead, he hands him a glass of juice.]

How are you faring? No hangovers, I hope?

[ breakfast in bed. mcgillis seriously delivered on breakfast in bed -- ignis blinks blearily, a low grade headache settling in the back of his head but it's nothing he can't handle. ]

It's all right. It's usually much worse if it's hard liquor.

[ the smell of eggs and bacon is delicious, as if the sight of his faux boyfriend coming in with a tray of it. leaning up to accept the kiss and the juice with a sleepy smile, he pats the bed beside him. come back here. ]

It looks and smells heavenly, thank you. I'm almost convinced you burning the frittatas was a lie.

[ then he glances around. ] Where's your breakfast?

[Waving him off:]

Not to worry, I already plowed through your entire stock of pancake batter.

[And that was no joke. McGillis really could eat him out of house and home, if he put his impressive stomach to it.

McGillis props up the woozy Ignis and fluffs his pillows behind his head. A kindly gesture but also that of a man who was very much accustomed to playing host himself. He knows how to make guests feel welcome and in this case he knows how to make his host feel appreciated—something that was coming to define their surprisingly healthy relationship.]

There's plenty more on the counter, I'll fetch it if you want seconds.

[And yes, he absolutely will sink back down and sling an affectionate arm around his companion. No need to convince him otherwise.]

Good. I was wondering if you'd like those.

[ ignis has always kept pancake batter handy -- noctis tends to like it from time to time, but of late he had made extra batter just in case, feeling comfortable enough in this house to want to cater for the people he hosts. ]

Did you like them with butter, fresh cream or syrup?

[ he pulls him close when he gets in, making an approving noise when he takes a bite of his eggs and bacon. delicious -- mcgillis is a gifted learner, after all. ]

You really are a lovely, thoughtful man. [ and it's clear ignis is savouring it, genuinely appreciative of mcgillis' impeccable efforts. another bite, before he spears some on his fork and offers the mouthful to him. ]

Come, have some. I almost feel like a guest in my own home, now.

Everything.

[Probably not helpful but it was nonetheless the truth—his preferences weren't particularly strong. An obvious holdover from too much time spent on the streets.

McGillis noses back at Ignis, massaging soothing circles over his arm with his fingers. Hard to imagine this was the same man who ruined so many lives and caused so much destruction, but perhaps it was true, they really did bring out the best in each other. Politely declining the fork with a shake of his head, he keeps close watch over his companion. Almost hawkish.]

We should... you should take it easy today. You're still exhausted.

[Something tells him that won't happen, though.]

I'll be sure to have plenty in stock in the fridge.

[ he will have to ask for a few milk-giving cows, and very soon. wrapping an arm around him and keeping mcgillis nestled close while he eats neatly with the other hand. he's smiling faintly, because they do bring out the best in each other (arguably), and ignis really likes what he's brought out in mcgillis even though it seems like mcgillis brings out the bossy, headstrong gremlin in him.

even so. ignis treasures the affectionate, caring side of him -- after all, no matter what mcgillis has done, he's still very much human.

he finishes up nice and clean, almost disappointed there isn't more on his plate after the last bite. and when he wipes his mouth neatly, he's tugging him in for a proper thank-you kiss, right smack on the lips. sorry, you need to suffer this too. ]

I enjoyed it thoroughly. Thank you. You must've been a fine sight, cooking in the kitchen.

[ and ignis regrets not being awake to see it, even if it doesn't stop him imagining things. innocently, he adds: ] Do I get dessert?

[ he doesn't mean food. and this is also him entirely ignoring the 'take it easy' bit because clearly you were addressing someone else with that, sir. ]

[Innocent his thick ass. McGillis' eyes just about roll up and into the ceiling.]

You are not licking anything edible off my chest. But I'll get you another plate, if you ask nicely.

[Ignis' stamina was seriously impressive, matched only by his own. Even Gaelio begged for a break every so often, but Ignis was younger and perhaps more impulsive in that regard. Maybe he really was getting older or maybe it was just part of what allowed Ignis to protect his prince so well: an endless reserve of energy, able to be activated when necessary. Or desired.]

And I know it wasn't all that impressive, though I appreciate that. You are indeed an excellent host.

[Which was what every host loved to hear.]

[ what's the point of another plate if he can't eat it off his chest? but ignis moves on, already distracted by that comment. did he really think it wasn't that impressive? ]

It's the first time someone's made breakfast for me in bed.

[ the response is matter-of-fact, objective. ignis has never really expected it to be done for him, and as with his previous trysts, he would never have stayed till morning. there was simply too much to be done in the citadel. and while he really does appreciate mcgillis' praise, he wants mcgillis to understand that what he had done is important to him, that it matters.

(well, it's probably true that they do bring out the best in each other, after all.)

and anyway, the reason for ignis' near boundless stamina is definitely a mix of all four reasons, with one important inclusion: the stimulating visual of that magnificent man standing over a stove making breakfast. he'd seen porn movies that were much less sexy.

then, because he knows mcgillis would probably get embarrassed and deflect again, he follows it up with a mischievous: ] What if I licked your chest instead?

[Honestly, this man... did he ever spare a moment to think for himself? It's almost sad the way he says it, even it's just a silly thing, even if it's such a simple request. Although he can admire his practicality and pragmatism—he was cut from much the same cloth—this world had taught him the importance of treating himself like a person. Not just a cog in a machine.

McGillis sighs yet again, sharp enough to see where this was going. Laying a fond hand on Ignis' cheek and stroking the skin.]

Are you alright?

[Those drinks had long since worn off so it wasn't an issue of consent. But he wanted to make sure this was what he wanted, not just a byproduct of exhaustion.]

[ ignis is learning how to do that, but slowly -- after all, it's difficult to tweak a lifetime of habit.

but mcgillis is often a reminder, and ignis softens at the question, the consideration behind it. he delicately sets the hot plate and tray aside, rubbing his cheek fondly against his hand. ]

Yes. It was the best rest I've had in awhile.

[ he smiles faintly this time, soft. is he selfish, he wonders, to want more of mcgillis' gentleness as a balm for his own hurts, to smooth over his grief and remind himself to move onward? he doesn't know, but mcgillis is addictive and sweet, and ignis wants him more than anything. ]

Will you hold me again? Nice and slow, like we did before.

[That does ease his concerns a little. And Ignis does earn himself an earnest smile.]

Certainly.

[A straightforward request and one that McGillis gladly honors. Wrapping Ignis in his arms, he strives to give him everything that he has given to others. To his prince, the protectiveness that he always bestows upon his favorite lovers. Ignis was among them and accordingly he showers him with kisses on his face, tries to make him feel like the only person that matters.

And in this bed, he may as well be. The one space where Ignis can be selfish, where he can claim all the attention for himself.]

[ he should be asking for forgiveness for being so selfish, for giving in to his weakness; the need for affection and love and to feel like just a man in his lover's arms.

but he pushes it away, pulling mcgillis down with him as he sinks back into the comfortable pillows, gently guiding his lips to his with his hand brushing over his jaw. he pauses only for a moment, looking up at those pretty, pretty eyes.

right here and now, mcgillis is the only one that matters. his other hand smooths up his chest, pushing his shirt off a shoulder. ]

I want to lose myself in you.

Isn't it a bit late for that?

[McGillis may have been in an affectionate mood, but that didn't change his cheeky nature. Shrugging off his shirt, McGillis laughs low in his throat. Those pretty, pretty eyes are also awfully shrewd and they don't lose their sheen for anything or anyone. Even his fated partner, his beloved Gaelio. His own prince.]

Weren't you already thinking of me, all of the time?

Some of the time.

[ he counters just as cheekily, because he likes to be contrary. he likes that mischief, even as his hands roam over those broad shoulders, the large biceps -- mapping him out all over again under his hands.

his body is familiar to him now, and he gives him a playful little smile before he rolls him over onto his back. straddling him, ignis' smile widens. was he lying? maybe. maybe not. ]

I need a reminder.

My legs are closed for business.

[Just a reminder. He can smell that domineering presence rearing its head once more and heads it off at the pass. He does, however, mirror that intimate contact, tracing the tips of his fingers over Ignis' neck and skirting straight down the sternum. All the way to the waist.]

But I might be amenable to opening yours. Since you're such an amenable host, after all.

[Cheeky bastard. Unfortunately quite hot and accustomed to getting his way.]

[ oh. it's annoying just how sexy he is when he denies him what he wants -- turns the tables and makes it clear what he desires. and unfortunately, ignis is not as immune to this cheeky, handsome bastard as he thinks he is.

just as well; he's quite missed his dick pressing up inside him, so big and full that he would ache for days. the benefits of being a switch -- one gets the best of both worlds. ]

Mm. And what kind of a host would I be if I didn't invite you to fill me up again?

[ the choice of words is deliberate. he's grinding down on him, leaning briefly into his touch. he's deftly undoing his pants, moving off him so he can ease it off and chuck it to the floor, letting his half-hard cock spring free. shirt, off, and there he is straddling his waist, completely naked in the warm golden light of the bedside lamp.

he straightens up to put himself on display for mcgillis' benefit -- broad shoulders and a lean, tapered waist, graceful and strong. ]

[Ignis likes him on his back; McGillis switches it up, flipping their positions with one shove of his immense strength. Nothing like an enormous general looming large and in charge, pinning Ignis by his wrists and grinning like a fox. But he was responsible with said strength, so it's less like being crushed and more like being hunted. Food got them both frisky, apparently.]

Aren't we excitable?

[Once again, on and off at will. He almost envies that sort of endless energy.]

Do you ever actually sleep? Or were the past few hours a very convincing facade?

[ oh -- ignis finds himself pinned back against the bed now, his breath knocked out of him in a heartbeat. the next thing he realises is mcgillis' weight on him -- careful but obvious: he's in control now.

ignis, impressed by just how swift and powerful he is, eases and cedes control. really, tapping on that energy is easy when your partner is mcgillis. the man is devastatingly sexy both on his back and when he takes charge, although it's one heck of a fight to get him to submit. ]

Did you think I'd let you out of bed if I wasn't dead asleep?

[ ignis chooses a more subtle way to resist, to incite the beast in mcgillis to hunt him down, setting up a playful chase. his legs come around him now, keeping him between lean but powerful thighs. he might have killed a man between them, who knows?

he tries to wiggle his wrists, testing his grip. hmmm. ]

My, General. What incredible strength you have.

[As Ignis cedes control, McGillis seizes it but carefully so; he could destroy men in the space of that same heartbeat but he knows that Ignis expects and demands a responsible handler. Someone to keep him close and keep him safe for the duration of their play, to bring him pleasure but also not to abuse power. And he would never draw Ignis' ire, not if he could help it.]

Please let me look after you.

[McGillis kisses the fragile curve of his clavicle, resting his head on his chest for just a moment or two.]

And try not to worry so much. I want to take care of you, but you need to let go a little.

[ ignis is quietly, profoundly relieved that mcgillis is not looking at him right now. the problem with being a person like him -- adaptable, brilliant with far-reaching talents is that a lot of work had gone into being so. discipline, a terrifying amount of control poured into every waking moment, girded with an iron will in a relentless pursuit of excellence. mcgillis must know this, too; ignis has recognised the same iron in him.

underneath ignis' fluid adaptability is the fact that he's never truly had to let go of any situation. even when mcgillis had plowed so mercilessly into him, he'd still had some measure of control then. now, this is mcgillis asking him to trust him to take care of him, to keep him close and safe while he's vulnerable (dispassionately, ignis assesses that there are at least thirty-seven ways mcgillis can kill him right here, and yet).

please let me look after you.

ignis feels the warmth of his partner's lips against his skin, gentle and affectionate, his pulse quickens, anxious, but he quells it swiftly. mcgillis had put himself in his hands before, trusted him to keep him safe, and it's only fair that ignis trusts him in return.

his thighs relax around his waist. subtle, but mcgillis already knows that letting go is something he's still learning how to do. ]

Alright. [ he says softly. mcgillis is a responsible handler and partner, his mighty dragon -- at least, right here and now. he thinks of how he'd felt in his arms as he had slept; mcgillis hadn't hurt him then, he won't do it now. thirty-seven ways, and none of them.

he nuzzles into him. another veneer slips away, another facet of himself to trust mcgillis with. he presses a soft kiss to the crown of his head. finally, he decides to truly yield. ]

I'm in your hands. Please take care of me.

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[McGillis cracks a slight grin as Ignis gives him the green light. It feels like he has won some hard-earned victory, like he has unlocked something special with this man which he shows to precious few. And he does feel like a precious person and it doesn't feel like cheating, that he has betrayed Gaelio, because this was a unique relationship. A truly unique dynamic.

Maybe it wasn't an emotional affair. Maybe it was just emotional. Maybe he could accept that all on its own.

Touching Ignis on the face with tenderness—a tenderness that was also special—the brilliant flush in his face reflects his gratitude.]

Leave it to me.

[But it immediately occurs to McGillis that they had never discussed their preferences. Always impatient, always eager to dive straight in, they had simply negotiated things as they went along and it had worked out. So McGillis takes a moment to pause and to think and ultimately decides this was a conversation they should have together.]

Where do you like to be touched, Ignis?

[ seeing the delight written all over that gorgeous face is enough to tell him that he's made right call to trust him -- and it also means that they've drawn closer, deepening this precious, unique thing that's burgeoning between them.

leaning warmly into his hand, reveling in the special tenderness of his touch, ignis contemplates the question before he takes his hand and shows him.

lips, cheek, collarbones and his hips, to the sensitive insides of his thighs, his skin fair and unblemished, waiting to be marked. it's a remarkably lucky stroke that they had been wildly compatible during their previous encounters, going at each other and learning along the way.

but this is good, and ignis makes no secret that he's pleased. ]

I like kisses, too. [ he admits; as a general rule, he quite likes that, sharing them with his partners. but he's curious, too. he wants to learn more about mcgillis, and he can't help asking: ]

Will you show me where you like it, as well?

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