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[McGillis hums, keenly tracking Ignis' body language. He had dealt with his fair share of assassination attempts and, as such, he had learned to pay close attention to other people. To every motion, no matter how mild. But for now, he plays Ignis' game—he was being awfully bossy but it was also awfully hot—and signs off on all recommendations after briefly scrolling through.]

Is that so? Throwing your beloved boss to the sharks, hm?

[Setting the pad down, McGillis leans back a bit. Hoods his eyes and laughs a little too darkly.]

And what if I happen to enjoy your presence...?

When my beloved boss makes it a habit of enjoying shark-hunting, yes.

[ because ignis has full faith in mcgillis' considerable, impressive abilities -- after all, it's why he's decided to follow him. ignis scientia is no mindless fanboy, set to follow orders and nothing else. he knows his place and his objective, and his objective is to serve mcgillis and anticipate everything he might need as a ruler.

but also, he can't deny enjoying watching just how mcgillis thrives on challenges and conquest. settling in to drain his champagne glass, ignis only tilts his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. ]

Where? In your bed, or right up there in front of everyone else?

[Swirling his own glass about, McGillis takes a steady sip. Then inquires, just as steadily:]

If I ordered you to fuck me, would that be considered a conflict of interest?

[Well, he hadn't earned his stripes in McGillis' bed. He just happened to land there, on more than one occasion.]

Do you enjoy ordering me to fuck you, sir?

[ ignis can't lie, he likes it. that such a magnificent, brilliant and powerful man would command him to do so arouses him on so many levels. mcgillis is a lion of a man, a mighty dragon that bested rustal elion through intellect and skill, and someone as proud as ignis will willingly bend the knee to him.

but he still has more to prove to mcgillis, to earn his place on both the battlefield and in his bed. he knows mcgillis can read his desire for him clear as day -- for his sake, ignis will cleave through an army himself.

he raises his eyes to his steadily, green eyes meeting green as he thinks of how mcgillis was a wolf amongst sheep in their latest battle, cutting through their foes like chaff. it is mcgillis' mercy that saves them from the gallows, and ignis scientia will bend to him and no other. ]

I am yours to command, my lord.

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[McGillis flashes a small smile that looks a little too shy for such a smug face.]

I might, since I can practically smell the sweat on you.

[Draining his own glass, McGillis slowly begins to undress. First the burdensome straps and buttons of his heavy coat, smoothly folding it and setting it aside and then beginning to unbutton the smooth silk shirt beneath. They were a good match in many ways, not the least of which was their mutual fastidiousness.]

So what would you like to do to me? Hypothetically, of course.

[Because Ignis could have his dinner, but he would have to work for it. As was always the case with the proud Brigadier General.]

[ is mcgillis capable of feeling shy? ignis is fascinated by it, as he does the aesthetically pleasing way he divests his clothes. it is its own kind of foreplay, if you ask him, the sensuous, muted eroticism of undressing so neatly, the way he reveals pale, muscled flesh inch by inch, as if ignis hasn't already worshipped it with his mouth and hands before.

he tips his head to the large glass windows in his chamber. a distance below them, the party for the pilots and personnel involved is still going strong. ]

I'd have you entirely naked, of course. And push you up against those windows.

[ he starts calmly. he doesn't move, preferring to let mcgillis strip just for him -- there's a fluid sensuality in those movements he would rather not interrupt. ] And I'd come up behind you just as I am.

[ impeccably, fully clothed, with not one button or stitch out of place. ] Push my cock inside your firm, tight little ass from behind --

[ long, elegant gloved fingers brush over the polished buckle of his belt, his words smooth, as if they aren't filthy as hell. ] -- and give you a good, thorough fucking for all of them to see.

[ his fingers trail down, over the zipper, and over the bulge of his dick. ] I want them to see how lovely you are when you come, my lord. Dirty up that pristine glass with all that thick, white seed of yours. I want them to see that I'm the only one who can do that to the indomitable leader of Gjallarhorn.

[ he smiles. ] And then I'll bend you in half over this desk and fuck you again. And again, until you're so full of me that you're dripping. I'll be sure to plug you up after, of course. I'd prefer to have you still full of my come when you address the others in the morning.

[ he pauses, a gleam of mischief in his eye. ] Hypothetically.

[McGillis listens to that whole speech with a smile on his face. Really, as much as Ignis preferred to linger in the background, he was incredibly talented in the art of dialogue. He hums on occasion but otherwise gives nothing away, plays his proverbial cards close to the chest as he leans so far back that his spine now sits flush to the desk—a flexible man indeed.]

That seems a bit scandalous.

[As if he cares at all about that. The shirt joins the coat, leaving McGillis bare above the waist. Reaching for the rest of the bottle, he tips it and deliberately catches Ignis' eye... then deliberately pours the contents all over his chest. A pretty little river, coursing through his pectorals and down his sternum and pausing at that faint blonde trail beyond his belt.]

Perhaps you should clean up this mess first. Then I might indulge you.

[And just in case he needed extra incentive:]

It's an order, lieutenant.

As you command, General.

[ oh, this man wields his sensuality like a weapon, and ignis' breath catches when he watches the champagne trickle down that incredible body. the firm pectorals, his sternum, and --

-- ignis moves forward, drawn and seduced despite himself as he simply steps between his thighs now, looming over him. hands splayed on the desk on either side of his waist, ignis leans down. soft lips and tongue lap and lave up the cool liquid, cleaning him up neatly as he works his way down, nice and slow. he tastes delightful, even better now with the tang of expensive champagne.

it's worshipful, reverent, and as he settles down at the blonde trail, he deftly unbuckles his belt and pants, chasing the trickle as he noses those soft hairs, licking a hot stripe up to his navel before kissing his way down again. he unzips him just a little, but keeps his cock trapped in its confines, biting softly at the skin right above the swell of his dick, leaving a sweetly vivid little lovebite.

he doesn't take his eyes off him, his gaze intent and steady, wanting to watch him, to pry any reaction from that pretty face.

well, he did technically do as he was told. ]

[God, this man had a way with words that was just plain unfair.

As well as with his mouth. Tipping his hand, McGillis moans at once, as soon as he can feel that tongue trailing over his skin. And he continues to do so, a near instantaneous spark of pleasure that shoots straight to his cock. Already contorted, McGillis arches further into the desk, lifting his hips in a desperate bid for more attention. Gasping for his pretty lieutenant.]

Mm, Ignis... I want...

[It takes him a moment to catch his breath, to get the right phrase out—which turns into a forceful command.]

Suck me off. Swallow me up. Gonna fuck your mouth.

[Then and only then would he indulge the rest of that filthy fantasy. He was an exceptionally greedy man, after all.]

[ ignis spares a few moments to admire just how flexible mcgillis is -- surprisingly limber despite his powerful, broad frame. what's even more delicious is that almost unguarded gasp of his name, that breathlessly sweet begging for more.

it's what ignis wants, his commanding officer giving way to needy lover, but oh, mcgillis giving him orders like he did out in the field arouses him just as potently. gods, but he's so beautiful on that desk like that; ignis wants to test that flexibility further.

nonetheless, he obeys, his own dick already hard in his trousers. unzipping mcgillis' pants letting that magnificently large cock spring free. he shifts only to slide them from his hips and off, folding them neatly and puts them with the rest of his clothes.

what a sight. stepping back between his legs, ignis lays kisses against the soft inside of his thigh, right up before nosing at his heavy balls, taking in the clean musk of him. lips mouth lovingly at his scrotum, then up the underside of his dick, kissing and licking, pressing his tongue to that thick vein.

he moves up, up now, slowly taking the tip in his mouth after a slow, obscene suckle. another suck, and he continues to slowly take all of him inside, pausing when he's barely halfway, and the head of his dick is already pressing up against the back of his throat.

fuck, he loves that.

he schools his own gag reflexes, and keeps going until he's down his tight throat, urging his commander's thighs to come to rest on his shoulders. while a rebellious part of him is tempted to bend him in half to eat his ass out, he checks that thought -- maybe later. now, he wants to be his officer's good lieutenant. ]

[Ignis admires him and McGillis gladly shows off, perhaps lending truth to the rumor that his beloved commander was in fact a former slut.

His eyes flicker to Ignis' cock as he exposes it and he runs his tongue along his bottom lip without thinking. He has to remember his own order, even as he spreads his legs in anticipation of something else. Unfortunately, in such a position, he can't do much, so he just anchors his arms on the desk and watches his lieutenant with the highest expectations.

And he was not disappointed. As with the wine, when that mouth touches his cock, he moans with notable sharpness. Already quite affected.]

Oh... o-oh, Ignis...

[Throbbing on Ignis' tongue, McGillis pushes himself ever deeper into his mouth. So the show begins, with McGillis rocking his hips with force and easing himself out before shoving back in. Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was just his affection for Ignis, but either way, McGillis was vocal. Vocal and aiming to fill that lovely throat with so much cock, stuffing him full.]

[ ignis is, of course, aware of the rumours that mill around his beloved commander -- both the benign and the malignant. ignis pays them little heed, considering them products of idle minds.

although it did cross his mind that there are some things that lend credence to some of the rumours, like the way his commander so beautifully and shows off for him, how he spreads his legs -- but it doesn't matter; ignis loves how reactive he is, how much mcgillis enjoys sex and how he knows to tug at particular strings to lure men in.

he knows, too, that mcgillis is dangerous on a whole new level for so many reasons, chief being that ignis loves him -- and in loving him has essentially given himself a noose to hang himself with. beyond duty, ignis craves him as a man would another, meeting him halfway with every thrust, letting him see the bulge in his throat from his cock.

he's so full with him, his nose pressed against the flat of his abdomen as he deepthroats him with considerable skill, his tongue laving at as much of him as he can. he enjoys the fucking, issuing a low vibrating groan, pleased and intent on making mcgillis melt.

he fumbles for a small bottle of lube, tugging his gloves off only to slick up two fingers with it. aware of how mcgillis instinctively spread his legs earlier for something else, ignis decides to give it to him anyway. both fingers seek out his tight little hole, rubbing teasingly over the rim before pushing one finger inside. ]

[There was another rumor that had a ring of truth to it: their commander was hung like a goddamn horse.

If asked, McGillis would deny any claims of beauty. Beautiful face, beautiful skin, beautiful chest, beautiful legs and of course that beautiful cock—he would deny it but that beautiful body spoke for itself. And so it speaks now, as his voice hits a high pitch and he cranes his spine as far back as it can go. His cheeks are hot, his cock swells. Already too close to the edge.

And he continues to deliver on those enthusiastic cries, that hidden passion that so defined McGillis Fareed behind closed doors.]

Yes... yes, I'm going to...!

[...but not yet. McGillis fucks that throat raw, aiming to choke him. To push Ignis to his absolute limit, as ever, as always. Apparently Ignis felt the same way, sneaking a finger within and getting McGillis to squirm in desperation. Yes, that, he wants that. He struggles and strives to impale himself upon it, encouraging Ignis to proceed. And a little praise never hurt.]

You're so good to me, so good, so good...

[ the man is, objectively speaking, an absolute work of art. mcgillis is gorgeous in ways that go beyond just physical perfections (of which he has many) -- that sharp intellect, that powerful will, the cloaked ruthlessness and the hidden vulnerability -- all of it calls to him like a siren song, and it's all ignis can do to keep himself from being dashed on treacherous rocks.

and gods, but his cock is amazing -- ignis chokes on it when mcgillis drives it into him mercilessly, when every thought is banished save for how his dick feels fucking his throat.

he chokes, gags and tightens but forces himself through, vivid green eyes tearing up as mcgillis forces him to his limit. he has to struggle to hold on to him, to push one finger inside that eager little hole, then another, knowing how much his beautiful general loves to be opened up and fucked senseless.

he fingerfucks him slickly, in tandem with mcgillis' thrusts as his own lips redden, stretched around that shaft. thriving on praise, eager for more of it, he swallows around him like a willing cocksleeve, fingers curling inside him to stroke at those soft inner walls.

come for him, come inside his mouth -- ignis burns for mcgillis' hidden passion, bent on stoking it until it consumes them both. ]

[More than the sucking and swallowing and sensation itself, McGillis tips over into sweet oblivion when he hears Ignis choke. Coming with all his usual fanfare, he floods his mouth and pours down his throat and curses his lack of grip; he would have wanted to hold that handsome head and dig into that beautiful hair and really and truly make him gag, all the way to the finish.

Instead, McGillis rides out his orgasm and puts on quite the show in the process. The fingers that have forced their way inside have the proud Brigadier General writhing in ecstasy, well-aware of where this was headed and what Ignis would want in the aftermath. So he rides out his orgasm but he rides those fingers, as well, leaking out of the corners of that greedy mouth.

When he finally calms down, he almost seems to faint. Shutting his eyes and going still save for the occasional shudder.]

Ignis... Ignis, Ignis...

[In the end, he can say nothing but his name. And do nothing but struggle to sit up and to gather Ignis into his arms for support.]

[ it's always an experience, feeling him come -- thick, obscene spurts of ejaculate own his throat. it's all he can do not to cough it back up, although he does ease his dick out of him to cough, cheeks flushed and lips red.

but mcgillis more than makes up for it, lovely when he comes, writhing on his fingers like he was born to take cock. ignis licks his lips, chasing the taste of him in his mouth and knowing he presents a similarly obscene sight, a trickle of come from the side of his mouth.

he straightens as mcgillis sits up to reach for him, but ignis is swifter, catching his commander and lover by the throat to pin him back down onto the desk. but he follows after, because he does like having those arms around him. his loyal, devoted, dangerously deadly lieutenant has come to collect. ]

No.

[ he murmurs, raw with being fucked so hard but still gentle. ignis lean over mcgillis as he keeps his hand splayed, fingers sinking into the divots of mcgillis' throat to lock him in place. he noses along his cheek affectionately, pushing a third finger into him. he slicks him up and fucking him on his fingers harder, faster, his middle finger stroking over that little knot of nerves deep inside him.

ignis is addicted to him, hooked on every pretty reaction he draws from mcgillis. he denies him comfort, for now -- it will be all the sweeter when he tends to him later. ]

You were so lovely when you came. I want you to do that for me again.

[ on this sturdy desk, fucked to within an inch of his life, folded in half with his legs draped on ignis' broad shoulders. ]

[McGillis admires that red-faced look, the come down his chin, however briefly. McGillis was not prone to praise, at least not often, yet his eyes are full of affection for his favorite lieutenant.

And he almost makes it up but then Ignis shoves him back down and that show of force was so absurdly hot that he can feel himself half-hard all over again. Choked by that hand, he struggles to breathe, folding his legs as Ignis pushes him into submission. Wrapping them around those strong shoulders, all but begging for cock up his ass while he rides his fingers hard.

Which felt damn good but he wanted something bigger. Even the greedy general.]

Stick... your dick in me...

[He struggles to breathe and he struggles to speak. Such a harsh grip though he loves that too—working himself back to full hardness.]

Fuck me raw. Please.

[God, at this rate, he wouldn't even make it that far. Gasping as Ignis prods his prostate, he grants the man all the pretty reactions his heart may desire.]

[ ignis savours it -- the affection and praise that mcgillis gives him, the softness in his general's eyes that comes so rarely. it's no secret that ignis is drawn to him, that he would indulge mcgillis in just about anything.

the man is obscenely flexible, he thinks, feeling the weight of those powerful thighs around his shoulders as he's practically folded in half. he draws his fingers out from him, savouring the way he writhes and struggles to breathe, to speak. he leans down to nose at his cheek, feeling that ragged breath. ]

I will.

[ he promises softly, easing his own hard, aching dick out and lining it up against his hole. by now, mcgillis should be slick enough to him, even though it'll be relatively still raw, and he pushes into him, inch by inch with a low groan.

ignis' dick isn't huge like mcgillis', but he's still big enough to matter, bigger and fuller now that he's aroused, stretching him out as he works into him. ]

I loved watching you fight, McGillis. [ he says softly, using his name only in the most private of moments. ] You were incredible out there. Ruthless --

[ a sharp, final thrust, and he's balls-deep inside him, the warmth around his dick almost suffocating. ] -- gorgeous.

[ he doesn't wait for him to adjust while he starts to fuck him in long, thorough thrusts, his grip on his throat loosening so that he can press soft kisses and licks to the bruises that are forming. ]

[McGillis cries out as Ignis withdraws his fingers, even though he asked for it. Already there are tears trickling down his face but he was far from bothered by it; he shifts as best he can to accommodate Ignis, nosing back at him. He was a harsh man, could be callous and cruel, but with Ignis... with Ignis, he could be different. And he knows this was how it should be.]

Take good care of me, lieutenant.

[At least for a short while, at least in this context. If only in a dream.

It hurts. He isn't sure why and that might be his first indication that this was an "incorrect" reality. Still, he swallows down the pain and does his best to help, willing himself loose and guiding Ignis within, breathing hard and shallow all at once. Ignis wasn't huge but he was nonetheless sizeable and taking him wasn't an easy task, but they manage it, one inch at a time.

Hearing that praise, McGillis heaves an uncomfortable laugh.]

I wish you would fight with me more often. You were, you are...

[Oh, he felt that one. Groaning, McGillis fights the natural urge to draw away—a stubborn body that did not want Ignis there.]

...incredible.

[And then he loses his ability to speak, at least coherently. As Ignis fucks him, oh so dutifully, McGillis all but screams in ecstasy.]

Of course I will. [ ignis softens and slows down for him, instinctively attuned to mcgillis' state of mind. even though he knows that his general likes it rough, there are pockets of moments when he seeks something softer, and ignis is happy to indulge.

he soothes him with soft, quiet words and gentle touches before he fucks him, easing his legs off his shoulders to guide them around his waist. he wants to be close while he fucks him.

an arm sliding underneath him, ignis pulls him closer, lips pressing to his cheek to kiss his tears away, doting on him and eventually lingering at his lips. something in him warms at the prospect of holding him, even if a small part of him wonders why he doesn't fight with him more often; shouldn't he have, as his lieutenant? but ignis feels for mcgillis in ways deeper and more profound than this, more than subordinate to his master, and he can't quite grasp why.

his thrusts are slow but firm, giving mcgillis time to adjust to him, to let the discomfort fade because while ignis might get rough, he doesn't want mcgillis to be in pain.

he rolls his hips when he bottoms out again, grinding up just right as he savours those screams, happy to give that prostate another special nudge. ]

Mmmh. You sound so sweet when you're screaming. [ another thrust, and another. ] Hold me?

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[McGillis appreciates a more gradual pace, if only briefly. It wasn't bound to last, not with how hungry Ignis tended to be—rivaling his own appetite.

As Ignis craves closeness, McGillis seems to understand and draws the other man in, as best he can. He wants to be close, as well, wants to feel that cock and wants it probing deep. Every time it does, he gasps again; every time they shake the desk, he laughs a little, though it was a choked sort of sound. He rocks against Ignis, matches that quieter passion with his own.

And the longer they go at it, the less it hurts and the more pleasurable it becomes. Especially when Ignis nudges his prostate just right.]

Oh... o-oh, that's it, right there...

[No more screams, not for right now. But he does cave to his lieutenant, trying his best to hold him tight.]

It's... it's alright, you can... go faster... fuck me harder.

[ ignis smiles, quietly affectionate as he hears that soft laugh. his devotion to his general is fierce, unrelenting, but it is in moments like these that he feels something different. deeper, the connection crackling between them.

he goes faster as mcgillis asks, savouring his praise, the way he so honestly asks for it. he plunges deeper, pressing up against his prostate time and again, wanting to please him, to drive everything else out of his mind until the only thing that remains is himself.

ignis can be selfish, and as his other hand comes down to grasp mcgillis' cock firmly, thumbing over the head of his cock, he pants. ]

Good -- I love hearing you like this. [ harder, now. he fucks him with deeper, fiercer strokes, sinking into him like he's home. he leans down to press another kiss to his mouth. softly, encouraging, he croons. ] Come for me, you gorgeous man. Come all over my hand.

[ and his uniform. ]

[At this point, McGillis loses control. His softer pants were now sharp cries as Ignis hones in on that weak spot and drives him wild. Pleased was not the right word for it; overwhelmed was closer, overstimulated and bound to come any second now. Though he holds on out of stubbornness, barely managing the words. Crying out, over and over again.]

Ah... ah! Ignis! Y-you... you come first...

[And he starts to howl and it was a little questionable, whether or not someone would notice. McGillis was so unrelentingly loud that he couldn't help himself, pounded into the desk so hard that his poor paperwork flutters to the ground. Not that he particularly cares, digging his heels and his nails into Ignis' back.]

It's good, it's so good... Ignis... I-I don't...

[I don't want to come, and yet he was so close it seemed inevitable. Just a little more, a little more...]

[ ah, the paperwork --

ignis cares at least a little bit, glancing to see the papers flutter to the floor and knowing he's going to sort it out later, but the thought is thankfully fleeting. turning his attention back on mcgillis and his sweetly bratty refusal to come until ignis does, he grunts softly in response.

ignis loves those overwhelmed little cries, and he finds himself intent on wringing more from him as he continues to ruthlessly batter at his sensitive prostate, feeling the way that tight, tight channel seems to clutch at his cock, as greedy as the general himself.

ignis can't deny his own pleasure, and in his silent indulgence of mcgillis' pleas, his last few thrusts are rough, erratic. ignis' hand slides under the small of the other man's back to hold him in place before he comes, flooding his general's tight, throbbing hole with generous spurts of his release. his hips buck sharply as he rides out the next few pulses, filling him up thickly.

his next words are rough and panting as he rides it out. he registers the sting in the way mcgillis' nails dig into his back, even through the fabric of his uniform. gods, but mcgillis is startlingly beautiful like that, teetering in the edge. ]

Come for me -- let them all hear you. You know you want to --

[Another sign that this was not their proper place: McGillis immediately thinks it wasn't mine anyway and forgets all about it.

Ignis surrenders, just as he demanded, and it isn't long before McGillis follows suit. Feeling that greedy cock fill him up, McGillis puts on one last display—equally as magnificent as before, if not more so—and hollers and howls and praises Ignis with all the breath in his body. Coming into his hand, onto his uniform, shaking and shuddering so much he feels ready to fall apart.

But he doesn't. Ignis supports him and he feels sturdy and safe. More than a bit gross, as well, but again: it doesn't matter anyway.]

Ignis...

[Oh, they definitely heard that. Everyone must have heard it, must have known the reason, but they're not real anyway.

All the same, McGillis reaches for Ignis, seeks to steady himself.]

I want you. I do want you, more than anything.

[But was that really the truth? Well, maybe in this moment it was. And that was all he cared to acknowledge.]

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